Hidden On a Rainy Nite

I'd like to hide 'neath the rain and gather the leaves to hide my face.

The sun shines its light on me and strangers speak to me during my morning walks.

Pain and anger climb out through and through 'till my eyes hide behind their lids and morning shines through.

Mourners mourn skeletons

Shadows cast limbs hung over laundry lines

But I --

I would give my life to never have been a thought --


I just wrote the poem above. Let me know your thoughts.

rosesencha rosesencha
1 Response Aug 17, 2007

Hi Manicann. No, you're not a weirdo. It's in the sufferings that beauty can be seen. =)