Passersby

There are raindrops striking the window.
There are teardrops splattering on the floor.
There are dark clouds haunting the sky outside,
But this room is gloomier than any thunderous night.

There are people cowering under umbrellas on the sidewalk.
There are mourners folding into themselves on pews.
The sun will come out and grace the pedestrians with light in the morning,
But the occupants of this room will never feel that sunny warmth.

The passersby feel the rain soaking through the soles of their shoes,
Drops striking against their skin as they walk.
The minds and bodies of the grievers are numb,
They are experiencing an everlasting pain that will never cease.

Cheeks flushed from cold and wet from rain walk past the window,
Behind which cheeks are red from sobs and damp with saline.
When the sun comes out and the rain continues,
Will the mourners be able to see the rainbow?



Poetry by Katherinee x
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Written on 2009-12-23 at 21:57

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