The Frozen Nighttime Rain

Raw pain cries, from inside out. 
The frozen nighttime rain continues 
With a whispered willow’s throw; 
Dangling verbs, wording their amusement.
Black sheath ever marching, 
Grown to cover blankets, toys, 
And sparkling noise
Provided for our elders, friends, 
And not so much an enemy 
Our mirrored image shown. 
Breathe out our bequeathment 
In prose-filled feelings blown.
Alone unable, without Cain,
To slow or stop again
The frozen nighttime rain

Candles high in worriment
Light the way of discontent
Seek the measured music 
We may find down the stairs 
Within the basement of our mind, 
The cellar where we hide
Our nights alone, inside
The frozen nighttime rain

Who shares the beast on fire, temper flamed
Would calmness reign as visitors exclaimed, 
Oh holy shhit, this is it !
This is what we meant to say
Each time we knelt to pray.

Oh buy my book, put on my play, 
Make my movie, give me one more day
I am a two-timed couplet 
Formed from clay
Demanding you awake to listen, 
Every word I say.

Intent that you will stay
Cold and clammy surfacing, 
Survived on stones and pebbles
Grain and gram and grin
A visitor descending in
The frozen nighttime rain

Two bi-folded wrestlers 
Joined with ham hocks rocking
On the porch of your good reason;
Poaching egg-filled wisdom 
Eaten by your victories, 
In any given season.
You steal and bawl and creep and crawl;
Learn to draw your own damn blood,
Anything to stem the flood 
Make a meal 
That meets your satisfaction,
Merely a distraction 
From what is real,
Erecting mental stop signs 
For the handicapped with zeal,
Politically, in every way, 
Offensive to our brain -
When visiting 
The frozen nighttime rain.

painrainrhyme

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