The rain sings as it braces my skin
Its sweet, soft touch
Clings to my concept of being
It rushes over me
Hit by a freight train
Chilling to the very nerve
It pounds to the ground
screaming of its existence
scrubbing over
every last inch
of life’s impurities
It mocks my heart
Down to the center core,
Destruction,
Innocence
Its intent,
Its power,
unknown-
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
The rain sings as it braces my skin
Its sweet, soft touch
Clings to my concept of being
It rushes over me
Hit by a freight train
Chilling to the very nerve
It pounds to the ground
screaming of its existence
scrubbing over
every last inch
of life’s impurities
It mocks my heart
Down to the center core,
Destruction,
Innocence
Its intent,
Its power,
unknown-