All raindrops fall
in one form
or another,
back upon the souls
to continue
the circle of life,
trading tales,
stories of adventures,
descriptions of exotic
places, locales,
and the positions of
humanities long forgotten
by time,
your destiny
like mine,
is to become
a raindrop.
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Leave me
with a slit wrist
and a broken leg
in a hole
where no-one can hear my screams
where no-one might accidentally stumble
across my body buried
beneath the soft dirt and
the fallen leaves and
the softly pattering rain
Leave me
a tormented soul
in anguish, with contempt
who can only dream happiness
and scoff, know I will
never touch it, never cradle
it in my arms and love it,
never hold it delicately and say
"I have you and I am grateful"
Leave me
a broken mind
shattered, shellshocked by
the world, and it things pressed
upon me, knowing
that will destroy me
that will be the final
droplet of water
to drip upon my temple
before I go insane
Leave me
a different dimension
where nothing seems as Was
or Is, but only as Had Been
where I will lose
everynothing that I had
never found, an see thusly:
Reality is a perception of
someone else's dream
that I may never awake from
because neither the dreamer
nor I
sleeps.