Crossover( the spilt and combine of raindrops)

Auto,but with some..well,thinking bits

Seems to me, that for no reason at all.

We're the broken, battered and Damned. 

Twisted around for the next darkened fall.

Our beacons are dropped from the hand.   

O for thy cruel cauterizing cores! 

My world is held aloft in thy tears.

I watch as the broken smiling wind roars,

down-casting our deeply held fears.

Softly.

Softly now.

We Tred, watch the willows wind. 

The water, it's turning that glassy darkened Red,

as the clouds darken the sky.  

Hold my hand, make this all go away.

The snow it still darkens my eyes.

It seems I am losing my last precious days.

It seems to hold no surprise. 

Alas, thy golden sunrise,

turning the sky bright pink.

Seems to meet thine eyes,

And linger there well past the drying of this ink. 

Walking with me,through thousands of miles.

The scores of buses and trains.

I do not know what make'th this while.

Go on past without pain.

Reviews

[Lady Lazarus.]

Love the first stanza as the alliteration of d and b creates a quite angry aggressive tone before in stanza three ascended into this beautiful lilting lullaby....my favourite stanza..
another piece that uses words to their best and more...