It's Raining

Frustrations abound
No closure to this wound
Can't get rid of this frown
Too long it's been around
More than often I am confound
This world is too profound
No I don't want to be renowned
I just want to be found

This sick mind won't give up its ground
Nothing left to hound
On this endless mound
Nothing left to sound
I am going round and round
And this nothing newfound

No time to slow down
No time to rebound
Time to pick the grave mound
Its time to drown