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The Rain and I
By Sorrowful Jester
I'll die on a sorrowful nightfall in a cold arch
An arch, like my life
I'll die alone
During the highlight of my agony
I'll only be listening to rain
Falling from the sky
Descending while I'm ascending
Familiar rumbustious road leading a sorrowful winter nightfall
A stranger will find me in my bed
A stranger will bury me like a person who doesn't have a history
Friends will ask about me being absent
"He's gone missing for days" someone will answer
"He might be dead" someone will say jokingly
And she...
She, thinking I have forgotten her, will write me a letter
Cursing me for not answering my phone
"I wish you were dead" she'll write for the dead
Nobody will be at my funeral
Nobody will find out I died
Only the rain and I
My funeral
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Author's Note:
Written for a great poet / singer who died alone not letting anyone know he had cancer. He just distanced himself from everyone.Comments on "The Rain and I"
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On Thursday, March 5, 2020, Divine hell
(249)
wrote:
This evokes a feeling of childhood wonderment at the same time it brings to mind the effect of one's death specifically suicide has on other people's lives. And I know this depicts the opposite and this has truth in it there will be apathetic people who simply don't care but know it or not there is someone who will care.
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On Thursday, December 12, 2019, sIo
(926) wrote:
This has me tearing up. My dad died alone in his bed. My heart splatters with hammerlike swings and devours itself like quicksand within a blackhole just to spit itself back out like tuberculosis. Fantastically saddening sir.
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On Tuesday, December 17, 2019, Sorrowful Jester
(143) wrote:
I don't believe that I may have a very artistic nature, but your comment... it makes me feel as if I've written something that I could call "poem", for the point of good poetry, in my humble opinion, aside from all others and most importantly is to make the reader find metaphors / symbolism / et cetera that allow that person to empathize / sympathize or even relive past events. Thank you, kindly, for your hyperbolic to me / true (?) to you that makes me want to upgrade my account soon so that I can upload dozens of other pieces, like this one, that I have not published here yet. Again thank you, milady!
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On Thursday, October 3, 2019, Flavorless
(15) wrote:
the rain has always been a good friend to me.
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On Wednesday, September 4, 2019, sadistic intent hex
(210) wrote:
this really made wonder who will care when were gone. who will show up to sing the funeral song. lost a friend to suicide he laughed the loudest but was found alone. good write liked allot...
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On Tuesday, December 17, 2019, Sorrowful Jester
(143) wrote:
Some may point out that the answer (?) to your rhetorical (?) question is answered (?) to "The Abyss" which is based on an essay I've been trying to dig up. Philosophy is the science of logic, but "The Abyss" / or the essay on which it was based / or even this one are merely the prologue to a whole philosophical book --unless you are Wittgeinstein and can answer ALMOST EVERYTHING in just 75 pages :)
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On Wednesday, September 4, 2019, Sorrowful Jester
(143) wrote:
I wrote it for a great poet / singer who distanced himself when he found out that he had cancer, and died all alone. He didn't want others to cry about his condition. It's much like Maria "Tristesa" (Astarte's vocalist), she kept doing her thing (playing music) without telling anyone. She kept creating great music until a few months before her death :( Ring of Sorrow (a symbolism for blood cancer awareness. It was her death note :( R.I.P. Maria :( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_G80tGd-4MI
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