My Rain Trampled Life

My rain trampled life

Mournful sad world.
Trampled down my joy unfurled
Heavy hearted as the rain beats down
Through tear streaked windows I watch my world drown.
Rain slants on wester wind
Not clean to purify our sins
But dirty, piercing cold rain
That scours the earth and clogs the drains.
Steals all bright colour from the sky
Underneath the grey clouds cry
And paint the earth in shades of strife
Today begins. My rain trampled life

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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