I Like Writing Poetry

---DARK PAST--
The dark clouds, that were above me..floating yesterday..
The dark clouds, that i thought, i had left behind..

They have started following me again, giving me the pain..
the pain that i thought, i had left behind, cleared with the rain..
with the rain.. from the clouds.. the dark clouds..

Oh.. How did i ever believe that rain?..
How did i ever get out of the pain?..

For now they all come back to life..
They come back to me, to murder me.. the bad me..........