Have you ever seen the rain.
Fall from the sky.
It hits your face.
Or floats on by.
Time slows down.
A backdrop of gray.
A quick, brisk breeze.
On a humid day.
A metamorphosis.
Rain becomes tears.
A blink and a splash.
Eyes fighting blear.
Now you walk.
Cold and wet.
Each step a splash.
A warming sweat.
Sound is silent.
Light now dark.
A faint vibration.
Your beating heart.
In a tapestry of ink, she finds her skin, A woman with tales woven within. Her body, adorned with symbols and art, But beneath the surface, her ego embarks. Each
Words ran out a long time ago Some will ask, “Where did they go?” Many will ponder but nobody knows My mind rode a box car to a distant land
Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come Life pressures building, wanna come undone I look for release in unique places Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces. I