O city rain, my heart does pour,
Its teardrops fall, what can restore?
This languid pain that strikes the core,
A wound profound, I can’t ignore.
Soft raindrops patter all around,
A gentle sound, a soothing sound,
Amidst this pain, sweet rain is found,
Yet still, my heart in grief is bound.
Why do tears fall, I can’t explain,
They fill my heart, like endless rain,
No lover’s lie, no faithless stain,
Just mournful tears, a constant strain.
No love, no hate, just this unknown,
Why my heart aches, why it’s thrown
Into a world of tears, alone,
I seek the answer, yet it’s sown.
:: 08.04.2023 ::
