It Rained that Night
Volume 1, Issue 3
It rained that night,
the night I walked away from you,
A walk on shredded glass,
I walked on bloody toes.
The weight of reality crushed me, and my very soul,
Like the broad daylight,
like the sun rays blinding my eyes.
What should I believe?
The eyes I once loved,
now gleamed with deceit.
A fish without water,
I reminded myself to breathe.
You did the purest thing
one could ever do;
To love selflessly, to care without any hope.
Pity their luck, it's their loss,
life moves on, even if people leave,
Make yourself happy, you are your own boss.
Shalini Das is currently pursuing a Master's degree in English Literature. An avid reader, her favourite genres include history, mythology and mystery.