Psalm-Sonnet 5: Night Rain

I don't want to be here, I'm confessing;
This doesn't feel like home to me at all.

I'd sing it, but it's far too depressing,

So I'm praying while the rain starts to fall.

And the untamed wind is howling outside,

And droplets streak across my window pane;

It's as if they know I'm trying to hide

A loneliness that I cannot explain,

A lingering sorrow, a haunting ache,

A yearning to be somewhere far away.

I should be sleeping, but I'm wide awake,

List'ning to the wind, watching raindrops play,

Waiting for the sun, whispering a prayer

Through a looking glass, from my dark nowhere.

© 2022 David Acosta