-Torrential Rains-
In the mild, mellow maturity of age,
The gray skies
darken with each swarthy passing cloudly day,
Washing away all traces of a young boy’s euphoric play.
As memories started to flood his mind,
Then drown all childlike thoughts away like a raging river
It washed away a child’s childhood,
Leaving him with only a convulsive icy shiver,
Drenching him in immense sorrow
& soaking him in recurrent pain.
The winds commenced into high frolic,
& Intense grief poured out of his drifting eyes like
-Torrential Rains-
Thumping on the rooftop of a young man’s frail heart,
The atrocious end has laid its claim.
Soon,
The aesthetic consciousness will start.
Until then,
He travels the thrall of destruction
On the...