Pride's Rain

Dry eyes


Silent weeping forces me
to my knees in wasted prayer.


Whispers of anonymous pain
dead before they breathe.


Hollow echoes that haunt
my backward glance,


as your
repressed image fades...


and slowly dies...


silence thunders in my head
and I feel gray
clouds roll in


Colors wash together becoming
a massive blur, and the world flows
into one giant puddle


as the salty rain


pours down.