Where The Rain Comes In

She lives in a house
Where the rain comes in
Soaks her clothes
And drenches her skin
And she doesn't know
Where to begin
Living in a house
Where the rain comes in

She has a garden
That is overgrown
Too much work
For one person alone
Shrubs and weeds
Like she's never known
Living with a garden
That is overgrown

She has a cat
That keeps running away
When will he be back
No one can say
But it's in a cat's nature
To often stray
Living with a cat
That keeps running away

She has a vein
That is black and blue
A visible reminder
Of what she use to do
Heroin weed
Cocaine too
Living a vein
That is black and blue 

She has a heart
That's been torn in two
Torn by a man
That she thought she knew
She'll put it back together
With paper and glue
Living with a heart
That's been torn in two

She has to survive
Another day
So she goes to the church
Where she starts to pray
And asks God in his grace
To meet her halfway
Living to survive
Another day

I know a girl
Who looks a lot like you
Bruise on her face
Hole in her shoe
And every day's a battle
But she'll get through
Yes I know  a girl
Who looks a lot like you  

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

It was the title that snared my attention - as anything about the rain usually does. I love the voice you gave this, how personal you made it speak. Not just about her house, her cat and her garden, but also the addictions to drugs she endured, and the love she lost. And the rhyme was brilliantly executed, very polished and concise. Only two reviews in seven years? What a misfortune to those of us who love poetry. I hope I can bring new light to this for you, Carl. Good to meet you, by the way. Take care!

[Jo Jezebel]

Just read this Carl it is very haunting...and a stark reminder of our poorer and less fortunate members of society

[Enchanted-Raven]

I could envision her..emotional read, well done :) x