I write,
Not because
You like
Or they like
But because I write.
My words,
May not matter
To you
Or to them
But matter to me.
My thoughts,
I want disclosed
You might oppose
Or they will loathe
But still I write.
Author: Rain
Has just started the journey to self discovery...
where to go
An unheard place
Where sunshine resides
Where tears subside
I would like to go there
But where is where?
A secret hideaway
Beyond your watch
Beyond their reach
I want to stay there
How beyond is beyond?
A different retreat
Finally I can savor
Finally you will honor
I want to rest there
So when is it finally final?
surge
It is a tingle
Not the kind you’d like to have
Or you yearn to feel.
You sense the heat rise
Heart pumps faster than ever
Cold hands clench hard.
Without a warning
Fingers starts to wildly thump
Writing your way out?
Coming to your wits
You begin to see a soul
Confused and shaken.
When it mellows down
To a degree that shame one
You’d hope it’s not real.
about the rain 