• thewordplayer 4w

    Rain

    Today, there was this rain,
    The one that summoned all buried pain.
    Pain, that was once concealed
    But now, once again all set to refrain.

    It washed off the pages covered with mud
    Pages, that had stories scribbled with blood
    Stories, that once had forever written all over
    But now were completely forgotten by the world

    The wounds now are yelling again
    And this heart too if feeling that old sprain,
    For today there was this rain,
    Which exposed all those hidden bloodstain.

    ©thewordplayer