Rainy Poetry (Without the Rain)

Another poem written about the guy who destroyed me.  I will have to see when I originally wrote this.

I am caught in a storm,
The rain pelting my eyes,
The lightning dangerously flashing at me.

I am unprotected; naked, and you stand before me;
Judging and pointing with your skinny fingers.
You are cold, dark, and thunderous.

Where is the roof that creates my sanctuary,
the warm blanket to surround me?
You hold the key to my home,
And are drenching the blanket with your darkness.

I stand here, at your mercy; shivering with fear,
While you laugh and shake the keys at me mockingly.

I look at you pitifully and condescendingly,
Water dripping off my forehead.
I wait for the strength I know is brewing within,

But I wait in vain.

I feel connected to you, with all your condescension, evil, and beauty.
As I die of pneumonia before you, I fall to my knees,
And beg your forgiveness.
"I am a sinner, a mere whore for your love."

"Why do you continue to go on, knowing I don't feel the same?"

"Heaven only knows, I am the biggest fool I have laid eyes upon.
I know that you will never return the favor,
yet here I kneel, begging you to forgive me,
Although I've done nothing.
All I've done is stand beside you,
and supported you.
I am truly worthless."

I have died, without your forgiveness.
I am doomed to Hell for all eternity,
For I now I watch you carry on,
Living the life I once wanted.

I am broken, cold, and crying the rain.