11/05/2006

As I walk out that door,

into the rain in the night,

I am feeling much sadness

from the very last fight.

The anger was swelling

and I just had to walk out.

Because of the argument

I needed much to shout.

Everything I try to do

is futile and for not

Nothing can take back

the many times I fought.

There is not one thing

that I have not tried

to get back my thoughts

of that joy and pride.

Friendship could help,

but it’s not easily obtained.

For if you want a friend,

trust must first be gained.

I cannot gain trust,

for reasons unnamed,

and this very thought

makes me feel ashamed.

What shall I do now,

with all this pain?

It is easy to cry,

and submit to the rain,

but this time I will not

allow the rain to subdue.

For the water holds death,

and my life is not through.