Drop

The ceiling is raining

drops are falling on my palms

I see it is blood

I feel right

But I know I am wrong

Close your eyes -

And let the children of the dark guide you home

Harbinger of death please gesture me along,

light the path and the clear the weather for my blessing and storm.

I am alone but never have I been by myself.

My pride and wealth, not measured by pride of self,

the eyes I shield - have seen first hand the cards I dealt,

for the hands I held, I can see the soft touch of fingerprints now,

and when the secret gets out, I hope for the right to shed the tears I am allowed,

for the clouds, the sky, the birds in flight and yes, yes the babies cry,

my baby's cry - that's why I grind and why I'm trying so hard -

I swear to god if I sweat or cry another drop I'll just be wasting my time.

With this pen I scratch marks - I bleed my mind, you can see the strains, brother,

and the hasty lines, played with impatience for the selfish gain,

I start over again but not in time to stop what I did my best not to start,

and the rest - that is art. The mistakes that we make paint the picture in part.

What sets us apart - that's a whole other story,

don't worry, just shut your eyes to the fury of this world,

and dream beauty of the extra-ordinary, baby girl.

You are my extraordinaire, priceless, and I will never strike you -

Light this sight and leave my eyes in flames so that my visions are burning,

because my vision is blurry, the lines are blurring faster than the tides are turning.

The times are changing and the world is churning, the wind calls my name -

It asks for my returning, but the morning isn't coming because my night is eternal.

Reviews

[Legion]

Darkness can be a wonderful medium to truly understand one's self. No distractions from light and shadow. This is a wonderful piece as it quietly rages along. Kudos.

[Adelia Alighieri]

Creative. Exploring.
Type I've not been across in a long time.

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This is deep and intrguing! Amazing read!