At that night

At that night

Silently the rain began.
One night.
Like the scene of a painting of the city.

My suffering
it was not the cause of loneliness.
it was the cause of the absurd.

Between
Nothing and Being.
I was in despair.

“Make up your mind”.
Someone screamed.
If you are going to suffer more, why do you need to live?

Life is nothing.
Why not?
What is wrong?

When I thought like that.
The rain began more strongly.
The silence was broken.

I felt I didn’t see anything.
Sadness filled the space.
My tears bright for nothing.