Outside Rain

I have nothing to rodomontade, 

It rains cats and dogs inside my soul. 

Each of my hope flounders, 

Each of my emotions meets oblivion.

My chapped lips remain stranded, 

No love comes 

From your lips 

To moisten my life. 

The body becomes a carcass, 

Sadness sets the pyre, 

But 

Cruel becomes outside rain 

To extinguish 

And 

My breath is compelled 

To inhale 

The oxygen of separation from you.