If Only You Knew The Rain
#3 of Poetry
Salutations Greetings Welcome
A poet,I am A spinner of tales One of a time long since passed
A young gentleman Stoic and cold Stern and unmoving
An intellectual A poet,like I
A pianist
Without a family A lover without A man of few words
An expressionless soul A brilliant mind Yet melancholy and tortured
A quiet note An echo Distant
Recluse Abstracted Content in his depressive monotony
With every passing day His grief dug deeper The knife driven ever further
His heart and mind bled Though he said nothing He simply held his color
A rainy day A time of repose
An ethereal peace
Away Escape One with himself
No one knows what happened to him He simply vanished All that was left was a note
Simple As was he If only you knew the rain