Because when it rains
It pours
Shutting doors
Till you taste your freedom
In your golden kingdom
Keep your eyes open
Mind just as wide
Sword at side
Rule them with your grace of hand
Their will is your command
Skies are gray
And the rain will come down
Looking up you listen to the sound
Of the battle dying around you
The thunder strikes and there's the cue
Then the drops
Coming down hot
A degree you never sought
Leaving heat upon your skin
The objective here is wearing thin
YOU ARE READING
In The Eye
PoetrySort of like a portfolio, sort of like an autobiography, sort of like a book of poetry and short stories. Well, actually it's all of those things.
