Rain

I no longer point a finger, no, all fault has vanished,

On my canvas, the horizon has greyed…an unheard dawn.

My soul, it sealed its pact, to God alone now dedicated, Never again will I see it broken, raw, disemboweled.

It won't ever split, never, for senseless stories, Won't ever tear, like that book with its pages profaned,

Those words once burning, now futile, erased.

My heart? Don't mistake it, it's just flesh and breath, a simple beat.

The throne of emotions, that foolish, vain heat, is no longer its feat.

Of course it beats within me, an echo to my own slow pace,

But its purpose differs, far from outpouring, in this indifferent space.

The "return," an imposture my tongue refuses to speak,

A word from elsewhere, without echo, that my spirit lets streak.

So don't blame me if my voice won't grant its plea,

My silence is my grace, my last and only true key.

Blue, blue, blue... Taehyung was right, sometimes silence is the only way through, Like rain in the desert, my romantic echoes dissolve, anew. In my songs henceforth, no romanticism you'll ever find.

Now I water my soul, on the ground of this arid kind, Hoping a better being will rise from this earth, from another humanity.