Angst or the Ice Rain

The morning rain remains and angst eats up your soul. He will

walk beside you, stand rested and calm and

wave cheerfully from a bridge over the railway.

He will wait for hours before your house.

Seemingly a perfect gentleman, quiet and

unassuming, his breath warm and sweet ,

smelling of peppermint when he whispers

into your ear.  But when the last ice rain comes, he will

suck the dye from your sodden clothes and

kneel before you, head turning, like an

animal tearing scraps from a long bone.

Reviews

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

awesome personification!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Have you awarded the rain a specific male character or is this a independantly unusual figure I wonder? Flows well.

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This is awesome!

[EternityWolf101]

Very nice imagery, Leslie. I like the ending the most. I feel that it gave that last bit of strength that made this piece a good one to read.

[Eric Cox]

Strong pen to this. Plus good imagery. Nicely done.

[Rosalind Gale]

Marvelous - I don't know why but this poem makes me feel happy, alive and uplifted. I would not mind at all being caught in the ice rain.

Rosa -x-

[Mockingbird]

after a while angst becomes too familiar to us and it haunts us every minute. when you think you have the answer or overcome your fears, angst will always be there to flood your senses. i loved the metaphor. this is also cathartic. great job.

[FJ Davis]

Shocking--indeed, staggering--windup!
Unfortunately, some angst has now attached itself to me.
Work with a wallop, Leslie!

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I think I may have met this guy :/
Wow! Love how you changed tones in this...it was shocking and exciting. Your imagery was great all through, but those last lines are "I don't know what"! Your use of "long" before "bone" is fantastic! This is disturbing, but then, angst is disturbing isn't it. Sneaky guy...monster!