A Rainy Day
Past the window
Advertising clothes, toys, and junk
And past the building
With the police tape across the door
You can find a small area
Barely big enough for one person
That is completely shielded
From the rain
This is where I sit
Through the wall of water
Formed by the awning overhead
I can see the world
Wet, refreshed, anewed
All of the sins of yesterday
Being washed away
Through this baptismal weather
This is where I pray
I whisper my words to Him
Because I know from here He hears
I thank Him for the rain today
A
nd ask Him for rain tomorrow
And the puddles splash back water
One landing on my face
Mixing with the water already there
This is where I cry
Though I am protected from water
That comes from the outside
Nothing can protect me
From the tears as they pour
And I am faced with a decision
That could start or end
My sad excuse for a life
This is where I die
I don't know why the stanza after this is where I pray keeps messing up... It's supposed to be 7 lines long, just keep that in mind.
CZYTASZ
River Flow: Poetry
PoezjaHR: 289 This is my book for a 30 day writing challenge-esque camp for Poetry. I hope to complete it all. All of these poems will be my original work, and my favorites will be moved to my regular poetry book.
