Thursday

transeunt insomniac

my empty fist crushed the glass
never again will you behold
water slammed against the window pane
in a now unrelenting rain
the sky had exploded from the south,
crawling towards me all too fast,
it's billows growling my name
my hand is empty
my side is cold
i tried to wake you
a desperate elusion
blades of grass stab my feet
blood weighing my legs to stiffen
rain smothers my voice
vigilance grows harder to keep
my body longs for sleep

1 comment:

  1. You are quite the poet! I love them all.

    I'm so glad you came to the country so we could meet you!

    Many blessings...

    Melissa Terry

    ReplyDelete