The Town of the Past
Darkness seeps down the rooftops
Into the old, dark town—I stop
And listen to the calming rain
For a moment forgetting about the pain
I vaguely remember who died here
As the darkness releases a bitter tear
I pause and watch the hefty rain
For once forgetting that I am insane
She is beautiful—I can feel her
As my hands reach out into the blur
Her long white gown seeps in the rain
The gown she would wear…never again
The place is named The Town of the Past
And here I know my soul will last
Though not dead I can smell the rain
Of lost ones and live ones that still remain
She reaches out to me—how strange!
And in her eyes I see a change
Her heartbeat dances with the rain
STOP! —I close it in a box and pray:
Please
Rest in peace all of you dead
And may the rain cease
On the ground you once tread
I promise you all—you will tread on it again
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2011
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