ALSphere Foundation
I sit by the window, watching the sky
Unravel its gray, melancholy threads.
Drops strike the glass like tiny nails,
Each one a pulse of my fractured heart.
The day is an endless shroud of wet sorrow,
My thoughts sinking like stones in the puddles.
Memories surface, faces blurred by rain,
Their voices drowned in the constant fall.
I step outside, the rain a cold embrace,
Each droplet a reminder of forgotten dreams.
My feet splash in the growing pools,
Echoes of laughter that once filled my world.
The air is thick with the scent of earth,
A promise of rebirth hidden in the decay.
Yet I stand here, rooted in my pain,
The rain a mirror to my soul’s unrest.
In the downpour, I find a strange solace,
Each drop a confession of my hidden grief.
The world is a soggy canvas of regret,
But in its cold, I feel a fleeting warmth.
