Against the Panes
it's somber this evening
this rain falls fast and hard
echoing like your words
against the panes of my soul
i struggle to breathe
with this weight
upon my chest
as it suffocates me
i feel lost
somewhere
between this darkness
and my dreams
hopelessly trying
to find my way back
sleep doesn't come
within a mind
that's tossed about
in the depths of thought
wondering
what caused
this storm
as it looms
over me
drowning me
in the tears
as they fall
grounded
on this pillow
more steadily
then the beat
of my own heart
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2020
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