   | As the Rain Came Seeing those I loved and who loved, Locked in conflict, The origins of which, I knew not. But I watched, As the rain came down. Hearing angry voices, heated whispers, In the blackest nights. That I heard, they knew not. But I listened, As the rain came down. Learning of raw feelings and wounds, The growing spite, That I understood, they knew not. But I felt it, As the rain came down. Time passed as did some I loved, Leaving scars, --Thick, raw, tender scars-- The which of, they knew not. But I still think of them, Still know the pain, And I feel it, As the rain comes down. I pray they’re now at peace, Resting in the warmth of peace. That I miss them, they may know not. But I do. And I feel their hearts, Each time the rain comes down. --William Martin |
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William Martin's PoemsHere I'll share just some of my poems. Keep a lookout for a book of my poems...available soon on Amazon! Archives
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