Intricate Showers

Hate mummers through your soul Your morning opens with darkness Where the sunlight cannot see and cure you of this insanity In your room is nothing except many lifeless poems that eases the embryo within You desire wealth and fame Except storm showers had entered your detestable life you had the eye of a poet with a magician's mind Now the whole world proceeds you are left alone in grief picking the last pieces of change hoping for a spark of hope That will rain from the heavens inflitrating the gallows of your heart Birthing you sense you've never seen with a life you never dreamed of