Looking outside on the other side of the glass, , ,
it never seems to end...
it never seems to stop..
blatant and outrageous,
a denial which flaunts...
melting down everyday with the wails of the sky....
every day it closes in...
the daggers of despise....
and when the solitude comes haunting...
in this never ending pain....
you look out of the window
and all you can see....
a burning fire in the pouring rain...
the gone incised a lining in your head...
you can never cross..
it can never fade...
down to your knees everyday...
growl in wrath...
cry in vain....
cut yourself with razor edge..
bleed to death...
but still it stays...
this feeling that scorns
right into the face...
black to crimson to red...
the shadows fall dead..
music plays melancholy fugue..
tick tock tick...
this curse will never cease...
ripped out from inside..
it shines egregiously on the face...
penalty of sinner..
draped in stains...
and when you look in the mirror
with those bloodshot eyes...
its like a burning fire...in the pouring rain...
calls that defile and die..
an epitome of sadness holds itself high...
perched upon a pinch of fate..
waiting to crumble...by slightest chaste
fallen shall it be condemned...
by the fate which tied the ends...
destiny sunk into the seas of misery...
a logic that will never stand...
left with a withering life..
a wretched name....
looking forward to embrace death...
like a pyre in the pouring rain..
like a pyre in the pouring rain
Shagun Khera
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fire-in-the-pouring-rain/
