CRYING IN THE RAIN

Venomous words flow from viper’s tongues

Without regards of who’s listening

Fed up with the courtesies of life

Conjoined in hatred of the humble

Or at least those pretenders of guiltlessness

Betrayed by the world that has taken all

Given only in return a shattered heart,

          a broken soul

Appearances marked by cynicism instead of age

and held in contempt while embracing damnation

So little hope in a time of wonder

At an age of discovery,

          befits despair