Memories of love and laughter, now long gone
The puddles on the ground, like mirrors of the heart
Reflecting the sorrow, the loneliness, and the pain
The droplets fall like tears, one by one
The world outside, a blurred haze
A lonely soul, lost in the rain
The rain, it whispers secrets of the heart
Of love and loss, of joy and part
It brings back memories, so vivid and bright
Of happy times, now lost in the night
The past, a distant dream
A lonely reflection, a fleeting theme
The rain, it weeps for what's been
A lonely soul, lost in the rain
About the Creator
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Great work. "This piece resonates with me. Sometimes our dreams can feel so far away, but reflecting on them can be a powerful reminder of what's important. Thank you for sharing your thoughts."