Something was missing today,
They didn’t care anyway,
A seat was left untaken
And words were left unspoken.

It doesn’t matter now,
You can’t fix it anyhow,
What you’ve done is done,

Tearing the clouds apart in an unforgiving fashion,
Pouring down guided by a beam of light, and thunder,
Never hitting the ground and never going under,
It defies any association with ration.

Coming back to life,
Without looking back,
Throwing away the knife,
That was stuck in my back,
Rising from the ashes,
Totally overwhelmed,
By the unforgiving flashes,

Never did he fit in.
He could not understand
What has happened within,
And why he lent his hand;

Everyone has broken it,
No one ever felt his pain,
He could never forget it