Hard to forget

The rain drops gently on the iron sheets as i try to recall the last time i had my eyes closed.Daytime has come again but still light shines darkest in me.Every drop speaks of the voices that echo in mine ears like sounds made by a gong.Voices of deceit,betrayal,doubt and malice.A funnel and a filter sieves off insoluble solute in a solvent_this can be done practically but as for an ear, it chooses what it wants to hear and what it wants to perceive.