poems & short stories

washed

like the rain you washed away.

through the waves day by day.

at first a trickle then a burst,

maybe I should have seen it first.

I never thought i could feel this pain.

your glare hit me like a hurricane.

for your rain and wind hit my skin like bullets

and your words hurt just as much

but the worst of all was seeing you continue on

like I was never worth a thought.

so go ahead, march on and laugh with your so called friends.

but when worst comes to worse, and your left for the dead

who will really be there holding your head

above the deep waters of your self made hurricane ?