Bring On the Rain
Bring on the rain
I want to again
To wash out this burning Haze
I feel it a drift in my nights distance Seas
Pounding a flight through my heart
A Temple of soul
Pulsing tight to the back of my eyes
I think of that little face you know
The wood grain talking to me again
Or that shadowing whispering things
I do not like to know
Walking toward me in silent halls
It says things I don’t want to hear
I just want the pain again…
This brings out the things insane
I want to wash these ruined hands
Of theses peculiar stains
I want to scrub my face my mind
As my void expires
In nights a drift, hues of pure vermilion
I need it again
Bring on the rain
Bring on the insane
Watching it drift in crowded rooms
But I am silent
Alone feeling this pain
again & again
Feels like at home
A coming doom
So bring on the rain!
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2022
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