Tags
#darkpoetry, #NaPoWriMo, blame, death, dorindaduclos.com, life, National Poetry Month, Night Owl Poetry, poems, suicide, writing

I can feel the soothing drops of rain
Seeping through the pores of my skin
Washing away the hurt and pain
Cleansing my soul, from deep within
Reaching inside, I drown in my sorrow
Letting it dwell, in a pool of my blood
Wondering, will I see tomorrow?
I open my heart, to let in the flood
That swiftly carries my lifeless limbs
Down a river that has no name
Tis then I realize, my days grow dim
Once again, I’m the one who’s to blame
©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Free images by pngtree.com

If the rain could take away the pain, I would move to the “Rain” Forest!
Beautiful!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’d be right there with you ❤️
LikeLike
Nice
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Drew 🙂
LikeLike
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!! ❤
LikeLike
Oh, I so love this! I need some of that rain that washes away the hurt and pain. ☺❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
I was hoping you would! Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the rain could do just that 🙂 ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Like manna from Heaven! ☺
LikeLiked by 1 person
I hear ya 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person