The rains and clouds were sleeping, yet the sounds were haunting

The rains and clouds were sleeping, yet the sounds were haunting

As I fall asleep in bed,

the trees were hitting at my head.

Winds blew by, and with my best try,

my ears were on pillows, still I had to cry.

'Twas the sounds that said

you are a useless mate.

I found them right, and sunk in plight.

Nothing was left, not even delight.

I was not like any other man.

The world had said, I have no aid.

I felt forsaken, and felt my existence mistaken;

so I cried on bed, as others happily played.

Yet in my sorrow, I saw a pillar to borrow.

Hope I sought, yet I see it not.

As time would flow, I stayed humble and low,

and when sunshine came, after the gloomy rain,

the pillar I saw, was always there,

and never a second, has it ever gone.

The midnights of endless haunt, are never again to taunt.