Rain Down

By Tortuted Poet

Rain down on me, oh rain down on me from a great height.

Rain down on me, so I can think straight.

Rain down on me, so I can wash off myself of being unlovable.

Am I unloved by my friends, by my mother, by my own self?

Stripped off into the feeling of looked at but never seen.

Come on, rain down on me from a great height, so I can think straight.

A great friend of mine once said, "I still remember us as great friends we were."

But then I go say something so sudden and spoil it all, and rot myself from the feeling of not being absurd enough when it comes to you.

Oh, what a pathetic joke, what a pathetic loser I have brought myself to become.

Rain down on me from a great height.

Rain down, so I can let go of the tears that've been hanging on the bottom of my eyeballs.

Rain down, come on, rain down on me, so I can let go of the phenomenon that is called YOU.

Oh, I can hear the choirs singing, "God loves his children."

Lord have mercy, praying to a god I don't believe in.

What do I even believe in? "God loves his children" - the echoes of the church bells I'm hearing from across the distance, fading into the back of my head.

Rain down from a great height.

Let me think straight for a moment in life.

Rain down, come on, rain down on me from a great height.

By Tortuted Poet