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Can the rain pound any harder?
Will the pain ever end?
As I walk through the streets,
The night only gets colder.

Now I begin to run.
My heart has frozen over,
My head begins to throb.
And my tears continue.

I reach a house.
It’s familiar smell sticks out,
Even in through the tears of heaven.
Yet it only makes it hurt more.

I wander on,
I’m lost, confused,
Tired of disappointment.
Tired of the heart.

So I continue.
Wandering.
My soul has no one destination,
My heart can heat and cool,

The fact of the matter, though,
Is will it ever stop?

I already know the answer,
But I keep on asking.
It never changes,
But that’s okay.

It’s better to feel than not at all,
And that is the real truth.