Sitting in the Rain Again

By: MJD Deetzy

I can’t even write “The End,”

too weak to touch the paper with the pen.

Too frail to say “begone.”

No choice but to be nothing more than a pawn.

Way too scared to tell the voices to stop,

all that surrounds me is the sounds of drip-drop.

Here I am, hiding in the rain again,

sitting here ‘till the rain stops, “The End.”