By Wintersolstice

So it’s late once more,
Three? Four? I can’t tell for sure.
Must wait out dreads weight,
Stay steady, become ready?

Rain on my slanted windows.

Confused thoughts, restless,
Oh deep agony, so relentless,
But stop. Taunting whisper stop,
Im too tired to plead.

Rain on my slanted windows.

Salty clear streaks, on my cheeks,
Flitting and weaving, choosing,
Pausing momentarily, resting?
HA! Lucky them.

Rain on my slanted windows.

Point? Purpose. Hope-for what?
All I want is...all I NEED is...
URGH!!! Sobbing now, exhausted,
CEACE RAIN! I can’t…ask…again.

Rain on my slanted windows.

Why do you mock me?
Why must you mimic my tears?
Sorrow is a soulless thing indeed,
Its bitter bite-like…frozen rain.

Rain on my slanted windows.

Copyright Mairi Mackenzie 2005

Submitted By sania

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