Poem -
Receding Rain
How many times must I beat upon the dead carcass
Of imagination before you realize my intentionsĀ
Sitting on my island isolated
From the worries of your sick
That ever so frequently knock knock
Upon my door
You dismiss my virtue without
Second thoughts, I watch as you drift
Into a "utopia" only for you
Tears stream down my face for the thousands
Lost in this way but what is there to do for I
I who watch upon my tower
With a kaleidoscopeĀ
Ever so cunningly avoiding
The brutal flashes of light cascading poor darkness
I, I, I am ethereal
Though not immortal
And you torture my emotions
With your love that fluctuates
Drowns me like quicksand
Ive only a shovel
Can I dig my way out alone?
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good write big bro, but I hope your doing alright. its been a while
Thanks and don't worry I'm doing fine, god has my back, actually I'm doing a lot better thank you think ever since I left you'd be surprised, I'm doing better then when I was there ^_^
CO
*than not thank