BRING THE WASHING IN

The sound of tears
Are but gentle
As rain
Begins to fall
Its time
To bring
The washing in
Darkened clouds to call.

The day of shattered
Meloncholy
Has lost
Its will to live
Driven down by grief
Lonely moments
Scattered
Still.

The loss of stability
Left with your soul
Death a final kiss
Your fortitude so bold
But its time to bring
The washing in
Dark clouds they call
The sound of tears
Are but gentle
Rain begins to fall.