Dream

The rain kept pattering in the dark.
The silence of death broken by its shrill; yet uncoordinated whispers,
as if it is retelling a secret...
Can you hear it?
Do you see the stars in the dark night sky?
The ones to tell you that the day shall come.
And you dream of a future,
with a smile on your face.
Lost from the broken reality  that haunts;
Your day, your every breathing second. The more you try
to escape, the slower you run.
And yet listening to the pitter patter of the rain,
you smile to yourself. 
Thinking this time around you can make it through some. 
While some shall fail, some more shall give in.
To the pressures of the pathos, you pray with all your heart.
That faith of yours which you have polished with care,
Each evening, every day, standing
at the threshold of your dreams
where they were brokem.
It all still lies in vain.
For the one has left the building.
The Angels no longer care.
Your dreams and hopes of a new beginning
lay there at the pier like a broken man's cry.
They sound, but don't matter.
Changed but can change no more.
And yet you stand here at the end of the beginning.
Asking yourself, if you can hold your faith some more?

Can you still hear the pattering of rain?
In the darkness of the night, while life breathes no more?