Rain.
It falls from the heavens
Like tiny missiles
Exploding onto me,
Soaking my top, my hair.
I welcome it, opening up,
For the rain is my friend.
It washes away my bitter tears,
Sweeps away the hatred
And the sharp pain of betrayal.
The anger that has kept me going
Ebbs from my body
And I sink to the ground.
My heart slows, stops,
And for once in my life
I am content.
-Urxan
It falls from the heavens
Like tiny missiles
Exploding onto me,
Soaking my top, my hair.
I welcome it, opening up,
For the rain is my friend.
It washes away my bitter tears,
Sweeps away the hatred
And the sharp pain of betrayal.
The anger that has kept me going
Ebbs from my body
And I sink to the ground.
My heart slows, stops,
And for once in my life
I am content.
-Urxan
posted by Urxan at 12:08 pm
6 Comments:
marvellous - who is the subject?
it's so cool, i like the way how you write it, it's kinda mysterious, you kinda have to work out what like happens and stuff.. HEY! it's kinda like inference
!@#$bubbles!@#$
Oh joy, I can FEEL you learning.
It sends a creepy tingling up my spine. Mr Woody, in answer to your question, the subject is one which is in a current story of mine, simply titled: Rain.
hey gwen have you read amber snow's stories and stuff on writers window????????? it's so0o0o0o0o0o0o0o cool!!!!
!@#$bubbles$#@!
Lama, you little dingus! I'm the one who recommended them!
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