Childhood Misery.

The feelings I have of
2005 are abundantly clear.
Death outside
Things dying in the darker nights
The rain
Washing everything from everything.
The stupid rain that I bless
With such passion.
The day so monotone.
The ground a death trap,
Filled with silent screams of
Those who relished in summer.
Emptiness.
Silence.
The sight of this season
Was my happiest misery.