WHEN IT RAINS IT POURS

From my eyes as I see through the raindrops as they hit upon the ground dancing like tears from the skies I ponder as I wonder through the very deepness, which is were the silents of my darkness of broken tears hide beneath the depth of my soul of my hurt and pain were my misery holds my deepest shredded memories of love lost and love gone.                      
But yet as I voyage deeper into the dimensions of my unseen thoughts and illusions I remember the viciousness and the gripping feelings of my spiritual soul, being scatted through the darkness that creeps through my mind for when it rains it pours like a flash flood running through my most deepest thoughts.                                                                                    
Reminding me it is always quiet before the real storm for each day is a struggle for everyday is a fight for my life for every waking moment screams, from deep down inside of my depth and deepness each time when darkness falls and the rain pours from the skies as they open up the haunting in me with the unseen scars of when it rains it pours.