Standing Alone.

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