Bleak

Touch the rain It may look to you Like the clouds Are a sheep Crying Because no one counts her In their sleep But the beads of blue Are the stars decorating The tarmac With ghostly grey diamonds Or perhaps scattering the ashes Of dead suns It is the cold kiss Of the wind The brutal embrace of a tempest The rain will wash The pain right off you Because those tiny lagoons Are asteroids that never grew up

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

Heatherll

For You?

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write