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
Copyright © Morgen Farmer | Year Posted 2016
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