By Mark A. Leon

Woke up to the sound of pouring rain
A thousand miles from this dream of you
So real, the ache remains
Alone under the silk sheets; your scent lingers in the air
The penetrating silent gaze

Like dripping water on the forbidden fruit, I thirst for your touch
A stream of lustful red covers these walls
The blood of the beating heart dripping from the humid heat just outside

Like a mystery novel, the protagonist sits alone, hat draped over his forehead, the flashing neon sign across the way
Darkness; light; darkness; light
Painful reminders looking back from the cracked mirror
Wrinkles in time of a world carelessly left behind

Pounding on the roof; louder with each droplet
The rain is the only life I feel now
Dry on the outside; drowning inside

Insomnia reigns its power
Am I awake?
Asleep?
This body is playing a magic act on my weary soul
Did I awaken from a dream or I am living this nightmare
Pierce the skin; break the seal
Yes, I feel the pain now
Bitter and salty

Close these heavy eyes
Listen
Listen to the sound of pouring rain
It soothes for this brief frozen moment
So at peace by natures shower cleansing the evil away