I hear the clouds groan.
I sigh!
It is my attachment
For a paranoia;
A fear that howls within,
Every time in the night
And gone by the day
A time of day dreamers.
A drop so cold, falls crashing
Upon the terrace
And the sound of the tapping drops
Makes me clutch my face.
The lights are out again,
There is greydom everywhere.
The time is gone, years, are gone
Do you feel the cold again.
It's to hard for me to stare at
The corners we hid to kiss
I am not a psycho-stalker
You complete me though, fill my needs.
In the silent madness of solitude
My heart trembles to let go,
Let go of every demon I possess
Inside of me, in tears.
There is a puddle where I stand
But I feel a burning fire.
The anon fear teases my skin again
I feel, I am going to perspire.
To battle the adamant cruelty of rain
I let it all go.
Screaming, wailing,
Like a madman caught in a bad day.
The rain falling on my tears
And sweat, laves away
All the burden on my soul.
I'll shred them today.
Rain, sweat and heavy tears:
A mastered camouflage;
I may cry all through the rain
No one knows, none would care.
When I'm done, the face glows:
Once dimmed, brightened now.
I can still feel a fire burn
Now burning in the raindrops
Madly pinching my naked skin
But it never hurt anymore.
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Transcendence
PoetryHello, there readers! For a quick introduction to my work would suit its subtitle- 'A Collection of Scattered Feelings', I have maintained no fixed mood, so that my dear readers may see beyond a specific feeling, to feel it. The moods vary form sli...
