Umbrella

The unexpected kind of love. When you saw yourself as no good and then this person comes along and changes that. From my debut book of poetry BOY GONE CRAZY - The Written Voice: Vol. 1

Gray skies loom up high.

The scent of an impending

waterfall lingers in the air.

The wind cool with its

blow of ice.

 

The side that I walk on

is alone and unsettled.

The birds fly with no song.

A dog and walker

without their play.

 

Misery spills in a downpour.

My feet long to run

but my shoes are of concrete.

My drive controlled by

an unknown.

 

Lost has found its way.

Rain now wets me today.

My tears blend with its play.

It is still my debt to pay.

With no sight of a better way.

 

And when all was going

to melt to clay.

You took my hand

and covered me

with your umbrella.

 

Reviews

[laceyjane23]

great job, i really enjoyed this poem!
laceyjane