No Thunder

The rain falls in the dark

It gives no warning

No spark

There’s no thunder

No lightening

Just raindrops hitting the ground

I think of him

I think of lost avenues

A path of least resistance

A road to nowhere

He travels on

leaving tears in his wake

He is lost, so confused

He doesn’t know what to do

He thinks he is rich

He thinks he’s famous

But who is he? Really who is he?

A pauper, a lonely soul

That refuses to be loved

He finds himself unworthy

He knows not how to repair

What hurts him the most

Love flys around him

But not even with a net

Can he catch the fluttering

Of the love he so desperately needs

 

 

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