Storm and Rain
how must i wake this morning
when heralded with storm and rain
that wash my tired eyes through glass i recite the days long pain
again and again oh again and again
how must i wake this morning
how must i break this shame.
shelter me from the heavy darkened shadows
that remind me of the sun that once envigarated passions
see me stood in winter fashions
with skin unblemished pale and dour
give me the sun that blossoms flowers
when the seconds chase the hours.
i exist in time not having lived this life
like a fictional inanimate shape
born of one mans imagination
only to be brought to life in social situations
give me patience or free me with eternal life
stick my back in knife.
just simply give me strength
so when again the morning heralds me
i may face it cap in hand
smile and make a stand
I'll greet each days storm and rain
with hope of facing sun again.
Copyright © David Sobieralski | Year Posted 2007
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