QUOTIDIAN

The sad rain is pouring out

For my sorrow is quotidian
I can't look at the sky
For the future is so uncertain
The clouds get in the way
I can't even see the sun

But then the light I did not want
Kept flashing my eyes
The dark clouds kept hovering
Thunder stroke my sky
Lightning blinded my sight
So I became so sad inside
I kneeled on the floor with agony
My heart began to cry

I shouted and screamed
The rain made me weep
For its ache is so quotidian
The drips fell on my face
As I became insane
Tears flew from my eyes
As I get flooded in the rain

And now I began to swim in the flood of sorrow
I panicked with extreme violence
I could not breathe under this ocean of tears
My feet violently moved as I drowned in torment

Now , I realize that the future is no longer certain
When will I go to Paradise?

I am tired of this life on Earth
Which makes me ask: Why is it quotidian?
I also realize that I did not want to go away
I am guilty but this is true
I get used to all my aches
For they are quotidian.

BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT

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