Rain of tears.
Heavy rain.
Pain with nothing to gain.
His loss is his sorrow.
He wonders if there will be light tomorrow.
But, for now there is just the rain.
The emotional torture hitting him like a train.
His love, his flame, put out by the rain.
Night falls and he is still there.
His pain he could not bear.
He tied a noose of whitened lace.
His thoughts. Clear on his face.
He kicked the chair.
The sounds of choking.
Muffled.
The color in his eyes lost.
The tears on his face lost.
The rain wiping them away.
The pain he could not bear.
In front of the grave his heart, he had to tear.
For the lost was to great.
He let himself meet his fate.
The rain went on and on.
The crying.
You can still hear.
His rain of tears.