Rain

Rain
As I walk out that door,
into the rain in the night,
I am feeling much sadness
from the very last fight.
The anger was swelling
and I just had to walk out.
Because of the argument
I needed much to shout.

Everything I try to do
is futile and for not
Nothing can take back
the many times I fought.
There is not one thing
that I have not tried
to get back my thoughts
of that joy and pride.

Friendship could help,
but it’s not easily obtained.
For if you want a friend,
trust must first be gained.
I cannot gain trust,
for reasons unnamed,
and this very thought
makes me feel ashamed.

What shall I do now,
with all this pain?
It is easy to cry,
and submit to the rain,
but this time I will not
allow the rain to subdue.
For the water holds death,
and my life is not through.

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