Rain, 

It’s sad 

It is true despair, 

People are stones 

They broke your mirror into fragments 

These shards are fragments of your heart 

They cant be fully repaired

The gaps can be filled

But never the same  

A little different 

Maybe strange 

 

There are people who will rise

But not you 

You are agoraphobic, 

You have become philophobic

The path is already dark  

With no light

What can you do? 

You’re so small, 

Insignificant,

Not counted, 

Like every little raindrop