15: Clarity

Tell me that the rain is gone.
Tell me that the pain is gone.
Show me this train that we are on,
Leaving this empty hole we're from.

Tell me that the skies are clear.
Tell me that the fire's near.
Show me those stars that we hold dear,
Drifting along without a fear.

This life of mechanical inanity,
Does little to soothe my growing insanity.
Unhinged and unbalanced,
My mind needs a little clarity.

The rain falls,
The pain lingers.
The skies overcast,
The sun nowhere found.

Judgemental and self serving.
Prejudice and discrimination.
Hushed whispers and finger pointing.
Am I deserving?

Cold clammy hands, 

Grasping at an invisible noose. 

A noose noosed by none other,

Than myself searching for answers.

There are no answers. 

There are no questions.

There is only the clarity,

Of living in the now.

The clarity of it all, 

Glaring and dazzling, 

Mesmerising and enchanting.

The rain stills, 

The pain eases.
The skies clear,
The sun is here.