“ I am not from here”

My world has ended
I pretend to be the Last
Survivor of fear and hate
This world of mine
Never found peace
Never was given a heart
I walked to gates bathed in the moonlight
There, the gleaming ivory pulled tears out of me
The mistress of human's nights
Last light when their world blacks out
As I advance the stormy wind
Brought to me its sorrows
And zillions of drops fell upon


....I think I heard them call it "Rain"...
Then I ceased my steps and drowned
In my eyes "rain" fell
and my cold lips could only cry


"I am not from here..."


Jozanie – July 22, 2009.