Eternally it goes on

January 24, 2014

Day in and day out

Moment to moment

Rain beats my broken back.

Dripping down my

War torn face,

Water, tears, mix.

For years have I born,

For years has it stuck,

No end ever rearing

It's beautiful head.

Now I look up

Where there is no sun

The rain only stinging

all the more.

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