Drizzle

 

drizzle

Again comes the drizzle,

Sore blazier have all my memories and longings sizzle ;

And again comes the drizzle.   

Raining and pouring,

Into my pillow,

How do I deal with highs and lows?

Lying in bed, all dark around,

Never had I have a slumber sound;

Loved and dear ones are never to be found:

Throwing me in circles round and round. 

Screaming and shouting , nothing comes to work,

Discovering my tranquil-less soul to always lurk. 

Rain used to be my favourite start,

Never knew how it could make me drift apart.

Standing on the verge, waiting for the stars

Cuz everyone left me only with scars.

Incredibly how all my stanzas rhyme,

After all, it's how now I spend my time.

Ending the poem has never been easy,

Don't mind if my words sound a bit cheesy! 

ig :- @anyways_aditi