Yesterday the rain stopped pouring

How do you stop a heart from caring ?

No distraction worked

When the sky screamed it was loud enough for my heart to cry

When I tried to paint the hands stopped as if petrified

How do you tell a story that has not happened, never been told ?

The pattern is thousand times the same

Creativity left my mind to rot

Do you know, I have spent the last months

Trying to recall summers

Each of them were thunder to my rain

But I know them by colours alone

When I can't sleep in the dark

My poems bleed red now - they used to be blue

Like my music is

And I do not know what they mean

April.25.2023