Sunday Rain

Cool quick calm rain

I don't want your sympathy today

With the phone by my side

And my static in my eyes

I dont need no rain today

Every time I fall again

I'll sweep along with the rain

bowing at the wind

Rain stop reminding me of your dull echoeing tune

Stop reminding me people lie all the time

Never meaning what they say



Rain on my ceiling, the only one true sound

everything else is false like a story book

And I am a princess willing herself into a fable

I try so hard yet I always fade

Evaporate into the clouds hovering above my life

Looking in, weary with what I see



The sun has come out to touch the gray

But none touches me

My dull skin of gray

Walking out to look at the sun

Only to see the porch of empty time

Half silvery and slick with rain

Now my heart is empty

Pumping around teh rain

pulsing with gray.

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Jere ''s picture

Superb!

Seryddwr's picture

The "porch of empty time"---what a brilliant description. The poem is beautiful.


Seryddwr