Blood Rain (Sonnet), 6/20/2016, Deon Mumple
She is my world. Why do I feel this way?
A love as easy as depression’s stay,
I would it leave and she always remain
Love and depression both come and bring pain
Love is the craving for a drug, and more,
That when not granted leaves one empty, sore
The pain enrages, such a simple wish
After the yeses, why not embellish?
A thousand wishes granted, then, just, “no?”
When one expected love to only grow?
No explanation? Love’s not whimsical.
Her choice to reject is illogical
And just as sensible is the blood rain
Precipitated by depression’s pain.