The dark theme of this poem was influenced by an incident last Wednesday night when I was on my way to the MRT Station but had to travel by bus anyway because the train cannot go beyond Shaw Blvd Station. There was traffic everywhere and EDSA was like a huge parking lot. Apparently, someone tried to commit suicide at the Guadalupe Station and there was an insane disturbance on the road. Talk about a weird inspiration for a poem. LOL! (^^_)
She can see the curtain of rain from her window
like her almost endless tears when he left.
She can hear it hammering the roof
like an unabating drumming of nails,
creating nothing but a melody of despair and solitude.
She can smell the earth from outside
like the lingering scent of blood when she cut her wrist.
Oh yes, she can feel her heart shattering into million pieces
like the crystal glass filled with wine
that she had thrown against the wall.
The night is restless.
No stars are glittering.
The moon is hiding behind the clouds,
with only the lightning swiftly illuminating the dark sky.
Not a single soul is outside
except for a few stray cats and dogs,
soaking wet as they
quietly cross the street.
In the four corners of her room,
she hugged her knees while sitting naked on the floor.
She decided to stand up,
opened the door,
and stepped out of the room,
to drench her pathetic self,
and drown her sorrows.
She danced in the rain,
twisting, turning and jumping,
ignoring the muddy puddles on her feet.
She reveled in her new found freedom…
mindless of her bleeding hands.
~dapithapon / 10.25.2014