In Hopes Of A Better Day

Today just might be that day!

When drops of the pouring rain,

Wash the stains on my soul.

On this path I walk alone,

Choosing not to look for shelter,

Closed eyes beget a lifetime suffering.

Am I wrong to detest suffering?

Deluding and dreaming of that day,

Imagining a solemn and peaceful shelter,

One that protects against acidic rain

Of empathy for a life alone,

Is it sinning against my soul?

Should I perdure, shell without soul,

Eroded by the waves of suffering;

Will I again be left alone?

Am I wrong fearing that day,

In hiding tears in the rain,

When the heart rends without shelter?

How am I to find shelter,

A shell bereft of soul?

Wash me away O great rain,

Along with my woeful eternal suffering,

For destiny proscribes me that day

And condemns me to be alone.

The memories that haunt me alone,

That in my being took shelter,

Would not cease until the day

The shell fades mimicking the soul.

Heart until then bear this suffering,

And bleed only in the rain.

Live in hope that this rain,

Will not leave you all alone,

And In your time of suffering,

Will provide your tears with shelter,

For who knows if your soul

May return before that fateful day.

Let the rain be your shelter,

Heart all alone without a soul,

Counter suffering with hope of a better day!