Undefined

The calling from within,
Loud, clear, and firm.
The struggle has made the heart thin
Till it's painful, when the memories swim.

Let it be written on paper,
And it will be tonic for the Sad.
Make way for melancholic slumber
And pray it will not drive me mad.

Advancing in the rain is silly,
There is no way to run.
So why not retreat to shelter,
And there It shall lick its wounds.

Perhaps someday, I will make meaning of this all.
With realisation I shall leap over walls.
For now I am contented,
Surveying the rain-created mist,
Waiting for peace.