Blessed rainA Poem by Deacon KaneBlessed rain was written a long time ago when I still struggled with depression and substance abuse. Those dark times turned into narratives that beg to put into words every so often.Laughter in my head and I swear I'm thankful, the rain takes away my dread. washed away by these raindrops, I hear my heart stop and I don't care. Laughter beyond the irony, hypocrisy, Lord can you see my way? Drifting and laughing, I swear I'm thankful, the sun erases the hidden places, it takes me to myself and I left Him in sweet serenity. Unbidden the sun wrenches me from wealth, the wealth of solitude and peace, laughter in my head, blessed rain, the glass shatters as it lands, glass syringes and spent cigarettes, a bottle of Henny in the cabinet, wasted, the pain has left me you see, I see, lucid, waking dreams, glass shatters, I stagger, I can't stop the trembling, I'm losing all control, the laughter in my head but now I notice my throat yearning for relief all that laughter's coming from my mouth.
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StatsAuthorDeacon KaneGaborone, BotswanaAboutI'm a 26 year old graduate of Curtin University with a deep love of poetry and writing all the way from my pre teen years. In fact nothing gives me greater pleasure that writing a piece that hits home.. more..Writing
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