The Window

Through my window I felt pain as it caught in the rain. The drops only dropped to break light from my sane. They drip dropped dropping, off the grey of the train that raped through the tracks of the lost and insane. It dripped on my dropped knees under the dark of the plane, that flew lost from the cost that gave flying a name. This window of mine is making me insane. Though the grey gives me peace, the peace fades bright with pain.