Amongst the memories that cloud my thought are those of you and I
Those which flutter in mist of rage and seem to pass you by
The ones that taunt me in my dreams,that lock me from my sleep
The very ones that creep ..onto my face as I begin to weep
The razor tears that slice my once virgin face of wet
Do not choose a place or time to pour but yet
Fall freely, for at random best in increments in line of time too less to allow
My wounds to begin a mend and marveling, mock my past vow..
To , the cause of the hurt and hate and hell and haste
That left me all alone baring seed that he in which proclaimed mistaken waste.
The seed solemnly surpassing any of what he was or ever will he be
That gracefully grows inside of what is left of all of me
He indeed oblivious to the loneliness and hurt and pain
For what he has left behind ..may just become my sudden ray sunshine after all of his trail of tears of rain.