Endless rain to drench a ray of sunshine,
Soaked through to the bone and shivering,
Trembling, teeth clenched to stave off the sobs,
Breath locked in his throat surceases sound.
Head tipped back
As rivulets trace lines, stories, poems down his skin,
The trip-hammer of raindrops on his face
Is the too-fast rhythm in his chest.
Fall on my heart
He sings,
On the wound of my heart
And it drips, fire-brand ache, a gash through living flesh.
He prays,
Let me forget
All of the hate
All of the sadness.
When the clouds scatter like birds
At the sound of gunfire
He’ll wish he’d had metal
And his choice of lightning.
(Word count comes in at 115; lyrics cribbed off of X Japan's Endless Rain)
1 comment:
And you say you can't do poetry.
I loved it. I thought it was very well done, very full of meaning and emotion.
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