Tell It To the Rain
Like the cloud, I am collecting the moisture in memory,
Soaking up the solitude, I have been alone in misery.
Feeling full on failure, droplet wall builds on my skin,
Heavy with weight of the world, sadness is soaked in.
Like the cloud, I feel the lightening pulsing inside,
Anger and agony on a bolt of energy ride.
Thunder is my roar, ominous warnings shy
to the volcanic eruption that is my sky.
Like the cloud, I hear the air slice apart in broken fear,
And I collect all things wet and drip them in a tear.
Upon the world I release all my anxiety and pain,
Captured inside capsules, I tell it to the rain.
Like the cloud, I pour my soul from the height of hurt,
And you wear my teardrops there, saturated white t-shirt.
Parachute promises falling, raindrops from the cloud.
You hold no umbrella because crying is not allowed.
December 22, 2015
From Contest: Rain
Hosted by : Silent One Judged 12/23/15
second place
Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2015
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