Shadows and Rain (a poem)

(TW: Death)

Beneath the black umbrella tops
their hearts beat in time
with each and every falling drop
of rain against the pine.

Silently, they contemplate
the darkness in my soul.
Will I finally know my fate
when buried in a hole?

Relentless comes the roar,
the world screams its goodbye.
A million tears or more
now falling from the sky.

They cry out, not for me,
I’m not the hurting one,
though cursed, will my existence be,
to never see the sun.

Bid me now in peace to rest.
My story has been told.
Hands are crossed upon my chest.
My body dead and cold.

With each new spade of guilt,
the grave received its fill.
Now, flowers have begun to wilt
but memories linger still.

Life will bring new loves to share
and also times of pain,
while I lie ever buried there,
below the shadows and rain.

~ elr