Autumn Rain

Depression

Autumn Rain pours on my roof

like a sweet lullabye.

It comforts me when I am sad,

and heals me when I have a wound.

 

Autumn Rain rips through the trees

and cries out to me

to remind me of how short life is--

too short to waste on sorrow and regret.

 

I am so sorry, Dear Autumn Rain

that I have neglected your warnings.

Now I alone

must face the pain.

Reviews

[FRANK]

I know that this will sound ridiculous in a way, but when I read this poem, I am reminded of an old episode of Homicide - Life On The Street when Frank told Tim that everyone has a "dark" side. Frank warned Tim that he (Tim) would need to come to terms with his (Tim's) darkness within. It was, of course, a serious moment between the two characters that took place while Frank was driving a car with Tim as the passenger. That conversation has remained with me to this day.

Facing pain alone is a horrific feeling. Dorothy Parker has written masterpieces on that topic. You have certainly followed suit well with this poem. I can relate... Thank you =o)

Frank