It must have just begun...the rain...
I can see the line of clouds in the distance
meeting with the dawning sky.
It's still dark, though...and...
I've been awake all night,
again.
'Sade' sings to my head, from a nearby room;
bringing yesterday's thoughts to mind
from where I wandered.
A different place, in space and time.
In my...Imaginary rain...
I LIKE the rain.
Especially, soft, new rain...
tapping out melodies.
I LIKE storms, too;
not sure why...?
Maybe because, there's a tempest in my soul?
I don't know...???
Storms remind me of how 'small' we 'truly' are
how weak
defenseless...
regardless how big, strong or rich.
We're nothing more, than
a little bitch...
Especially, wet in
imaginary rain,
when the heart's been broken...
Looking out the window through tears
watching ghosts of yesteryear
dance and spin,
like...imaginary wind.
Imaginary rain...
Imaginary pain.
Original Poetry by @AngryMan Published on @Steemit - Oct. 2, 2020
Permission granted to use this poem for non-commercial purposes, with credit given to author.
Images: Pixabay.com
Too late for an upvote - but if you are like me, a comment is just as precious.
I had not read/seen your previous poems here, but I liked this one. It evokes imagery, for me a sort of slow sadness...and I guess it will be different for each of us.
Se efhristo
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