A Wish for RainA Poem by MarkFeeling bad doesn't last. The air might feel dirty, but the rain will wash it clean.There is trouble in my road. Been there so long, so old. This monkey back aches in pain, Oh how I wish it would rain. To think, I thought I was whole, no need, for another's soul, Wanting laughter for these ears. Now I need rain, not these tears. I'm just tired to the bone, always feeling I'm alone. My coldness lies deep inside where thoughts and feelings collide. Faded memory I search. Hungry, Pain sits on his perch laughing when I fail to find, any memory that's kind. You can not go home again, but would it be such a sin to lay down this heavy chain? Oh, how I wish it would rain. I pack up my darkened soul, wondering, can I be whole? Trouble in my dusty road stares, like an uncaring toad. Dusty and parched, my soul can still live in this blasted land. half and aching, but still sane; oh, how I wish it would rain. Cover me in cotton clouds, under this weight I am bowed. Lift it and remove the stain, Oh, how I wish, it would rain.
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15 Reviews Added on April 15, 2012 Last Updated on April 15, 2012 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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