Rain of Healing Time
What if there was rain?
rain that carried time.
bombarded us
with drops of eternity.
making us age.
our hair turn white.
the leaves wither.
the grass burn
and die.
the buildings mossy
and unattended.
the swings rusty.
the children who play
in the rain,
lose their innocence.
the rocks weathered.
battering drops dig
pits into the cement.
the world turns old,cold,grey.
As I watch it
from the confines of
my bedroom window.
guilty of escaping the rain
that washes away
our pain.
the rain of healing time.
maybe I should
catch a drop and
see my palm swiftly wrinkle.
There is no respite
from this rain.
all that survives is
my inner child.
within a shell of a pilgrim
making his way towards
the final truth.
trying to find the end
of time.
sipping the slow poison
that is this rain.
Copyright © Aseem Alagh | Year Posted 2012
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