Rain

A cry for help, it never came

Alone, cold, afraid in this pouring rain

Adrift in my mind, Afloat an ocean of pain

A bed of thorns, i lay, the stings remain

Remind me of you, the way you knew

yet still you flew, fled left me for dead.

Blood, red, pours out of a broken heart, 

a broken man

A lost soul, a passenger with no fare home

 no guide to follow

no breadcrumb trail.

In time we forget, forgive, regret

we try to live, to make sense

though it never gets easier

it deals less pain

 this cold mournful rain.

Thanks for reading.

Kyle

Revisited this old piece, it is such a mess, no structure, just one or two interesting lines, so a quick rejig was in order.

Rain 2019 edition.

A cry for help, it never came, although I screamed its name
a bed of thorns, I lay, the stings remain
alone, cold, afraid in this pouring rain
adrift in my mind, Afloat on an ocean of pain

Life pours out of a broken heart, this bloodied man
a lost soul, a passenger with no fare home, no escape plan
no guide to follow, nor a breadcrumb trail
just the words she spoke, "You always Fail"

The words remind me of you
and the way that you knew
yet still you flew, fled left me for dead
alone and bruised, heart bled in this hospital bed

Time moved on, a day at a time, as the years start to slip
the words she spoke lessened their grip
although I still feel that pain
in the cold mournful rain

Still not happy with it but i feel it has a better body than before.