Hello Raindrop. Can you hear me crying inside
As you give in to gravity and fulfill your destiny
Along with your countless brothers
Lost in your pitter-patter among theirs
Which echoes through the silent corridors of my heart,
And yet makes it quieter?
Unlike Simon, I do not have my poetry to protect me.
If anything, it is like the hostile cousin
Who has joined hands with the enemy
And only makes me realize that I am lost
In my very own corridors of misery
Like a man searching for his own ghost.
It seems like the keys to this room are missing
While pairs of lamps pass by the window teasing
And the window is too tiny to let any light in,
Just big enough to let my eyes wander
In search of that sole beacon of companionship
That can clear my corridors of this eon of an eclipse.
They say light finds a way to darkness
And yet, my eyes grow in the absence of luminance
They say that doors without keys are one day broken
But these seem to have withstood the momentum of time.
They say air fills your lungs till you have to exhale
And yet, mine are as empty as the corridors I mentioned.
Sleep is my only friend, visiting me during this prolonged night
Showing me flashes of that ray which threatens my poetry.
The next time I'll hold on to my only friend
As much as my eyes will let me grope in the darkness.
And ride that ray till the very end
Giving up hope for my beacon's caress.