Written by Alejandro Neufeld
Pitter patter goes the rain on the roof.
Gentle sighs escape from your lonely bed.
You try to relax but all effort’s moot.
The coming day never fails to bring dread.
You think of all the places you’ve not been,
and of every person you’ve avoided.
That person could have been more than a friend.
But for you, happiness must be voided.
You take a pill that will supposedly
help you sleep. Instead, it makes you aware
of how lonely you seem to always be.
Your isolation will never be shared.
The rain has stopped, but the storm clouds inside
have erupted into a wave of cries.