A terrible, nonsensical poetry and others - 16. Chapter 16 Peace, Grieve and Growth

It felt like the first cold drop of rain from a cloudy dark sky

The sound of rain falling on the rooftop,

Against the window,

Tapping,

Knocking against the burdened mind,

The house darker than nature`s sky,

and its inhabitants,

Who`s fingernails caked with both seen and unseen blood,

I had ripped out my own hair,

All out of grieve and worry,

Before eventually my own pained haunted eyes stared back,

I didn`t know brown could burn like fire and amber,

Almost drowning the blue rings circling them.

"Look at us" The cry was, painful.

"Our potentials. I-

I. I can`t look my potential squandered by past ghost like this"

"I can`t bear it!" The mirror, the eyes screamed

The pain and regret was too much to bear,

My heart felt like it was squeezed,

It felt like a mirror that burst into a thousand pieces

and it scream and scream

Until the truth tumble out of my own lips,

Like a confession of my sins,

A prayer to myself,

Begging for my own forgiveness,

Pain, Regret, Grieve, Realization

Things that could be,

Oh sweet regret, how it chocked us.

I wished I could kill it,

I wish I could do things differently,

So I did.