Then Came The Summer Rain
The sky hung low in quiet dread
cold streets where broken footsteps bled
walls wore stains of days gone wrong
and nights dragged out too long, too long
Shadows thick with things unsaid
hearts half-living, hearts half-dead
windows shut against the pain
then came the rain
It fell like sorrow from the skies
no comfort, no disguise
just endless tears in falling streams
that washed away our dreams
Well, it ruined our bloody holiday 😝😜
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
Fantastic writing; very witty!
That's the way the cookie crumbles when one has plans somehow and bad luck weather. Good job I could hear the angst.