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Sunday, August 10, 2014

The Voice of The Rain

The Voice of the Rain

The voice of the rain tells me I cannot. Cannot be happy. Cannot do it. Cannot be…anything.
The voice of the rain tells me, you are not worthy.
The voice of the rain says, “God is laughing at you.”
The voice of the rain drowns out the hope of the sun.
No light shines in. There is only darkness.
The only sound is the voice of the rain.
And it tells me I can’t.
I believe the rain.
It is louder than the beat of my heart.
There is no escape from the rain.
The voice of the rain is a flood.
And I am drowned in it’s swirling waters
Saying “Cannot” “Won’t” “Nothing”
“Never, nothing, not a thing.”
I am the voice of the rain.
I am regret, disappointment, despair.
I am hopeless, faithless, beaten,
I am the voice of the dark.
I am defeated, tired, crushed.
The voice has won.

I am done.