I feel so trapped, can’t breathe in this rain,
I see the droplets, trickle down the panes,
I want to taste those little drops of love,
As they pour from the dark skies above.
I watch in gloom, as they die on the ground,
Trickling away into the sewers underground,
I want to run, and catch them in my hold,
Let them embrace me and make me cold.
I want to wash my splattered soul in this rain,
Start a new life; clean the cob-webs of my brain,
Let the skies click my new beginning tonight,
Roar in approval; tell me I am on the path right.
Wash me clean, like you wash that road,
Come rain, rid me, of all this load,
Come rain and dissolve all of my pain,
I want to live, start all over again.
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The Last Rain
Archit Srivastava
Dr Archit Srivastava aka Archwordsmith is a practicing doctor, writer and poet. He has penned over 300+ poems and stories over 26 years from a tender age of 10 years.
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