I am the rain

the stone in the pit of your stomach

laying you down to rest deep within the fires of your pain

I will not let you sleep

I will haunt your dreams like a seed that has dug itself deep

into your soul

I am the crows watching on the edge of every rusted and worn out wire

laying you down to rest deep within the fires

of every hurt you have ever faced

I am the phone call

and the fall from grace

the defeated feeling at the end of every day forcing you not to try again

I am the remembering

and the returning

I am in the knowing

and the things you dare not to feel

I will be here

haunting.

-m