Standing alone
Rain pouring down my face
Thinking maybe too much
Of choices made
Slowly the day breaks
Across the drenched sky
Afternoons of long forgotten memories
Pass by like paper planes
Falling to the ground
The void left by the stillness
Silence awaits
When to speak brings pain
Of sorrow amongst raging rivers
Engulfing all it surrounds
Leaving no mercy in its path
Lost worlds now immersed
Creating memories
Utterances of water worlds
Long forgotten
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart” ~William Wordsworth
Sometimes I like to write. 
WoW!
Nice poem. The feeling of something is missing or not at all. Much pain. Dizziness, shortness of breath, sharp chest pains and heart palpitations. Like an orange fireball about the size of a large softball hover slowly over my head and lower back to relieve the pain. One day I was walking into this darkness alone… I found myself sitting on the floor crying. There is obvious beauty to be seen in people that live through difficulties, pains, struggles, and sufferings.