Baskadia

In the pouring rain,

tears streaming down,

Silent screams echo without a sound.

From the depths of your being, a cry released,

A wound unseen, pain never ceased.

When your heart plummets, heavy and low,

I understand your storm, the tempest's blow.

I know your melody, your soul's refrain,

Though your story's secrets may remain.

Diverse souls we bear, unique in our frame,

Yet intertwined,

connected all the same.

For in shared experiences,

we unite,

Embracing the human journey's light.