Silver Rain

Pouring

Seven dreams and hope of lust

Eighty strings attached to us

Let be, let it all

Falling rain of dreary seams

Strand of face in and appear

What is there and whose tears?

Flesh on bare boned back child

Wings of black float dull, no style

Crave the whose and’s and to’s

Feel the over felt whelp, drive it home

Crack a top off, be lone dream stone

Engrave the malice in and through

Run towards heart, and then take two

Parasites on you now, itch and scratch

Jump up and out, take impurities off

The mind of feeble origins

Threat that which is existent

Purpose lost, driven, and then found

Lost again and forever to be, again

Author's Note

Reviews

[Stephen C Morgan]

I have no idea how to explain it, but I love this piece!! I think maybe the way it rhymes or your use of language. I'm not sure but anyway, yes it's awesome!

[ObscurityNone]

Thanks, I hope you enjoy all of mine just as much.