Mere Image

Its Pouring Rain

The Sky and my surroundings sustain

A Color

Gray, Placing the Events

of Pain, in its place

the Sad Days

Just Won't go Away

All of the Teasing, Terrorizing

The Bleeding

Just

Oh So,

Terrifying,

But

It was the image of you

that Bestowed

that I am not falling, i am rising

with places to explore, performing my calling

Thriving

So Every thing I do

Regardless of my state of body, or mind

I'll always be thinking of you..

the mere image that helped me get by