Aftermath

Have you ever felt the aftermath?
I don't think so.
Not like I have, at least.
To feel it all, not spinning,
but crashing.
Getting back up and wondering how
you did it.
I had a world
and now it's been stolen.
Well, its really just not mine.
Was it ever?
I'm not sure.
But the skies a little darker
and I'm waiting for the rain.
Cause it's coming again, and I know it.
But this time I'll face it.
Let it fall.
I can handle this.