morbid
thoughts against my
window pane
throwing darts from
my eyelids
outside
shooting tears from
my lids
wanting the constant
distress
to cease
neverending patterns
of
figuring out how
to throw myself
out
of this misery
can't see past dread
unnerving
life of tormenting
agony
as the raindrops continue
to fall
against my window
washing away
nothing
but
dirt
It is amazing how you changed the very morbid into brushing away of dirt. Very well written enjoyable energy maker.