Awakening

*Personal Journal *Unedited

 

Motionless.  

A light pitter-patter not only on my surroundings,

but also upon me.  

Every drop, a sensation

 Whether it be on my open skin or my socially acceptable clothes.  

Some might think it odd to be lying in the rain

 but for someone who desires feeling, this suffices very well.  

I feel the water,

not cold,

nor warm,

Only melancholy.  

It puddles in the small of my back and underneath my hair.  

It takes liberty with my body,

Passing by as if I wasn’t even there.  

Maybe I’m not.  

As I lay amongst this spray, I cannot help but to listen.  

Listen, not just hear.  

The soft concerto that this cloudburst has been conducting.  

Soothing to the ears,

but not to the storm inside my head.  

They say you must light a bigger fire next to another to douse it,

I figured I could use this concept.  

Yet this silent rainstorm has no effect on the maelstrom between my ears.  

A failed attempt,

 Shrugged off.  

Still lying in this rain.   

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems

Reviews

[∠( ᐛ 」..]

A very amazing poem. Rating 100/100

[Btwixer]

Intriguing write, enjoyed