Dry and lone
Words shower like knives
And touches nothing.
It will
It won't
Say it again, and mean it.
"No Escape."
Shackles clung to yesterday
binding tomorrow's day,
Seek, find, grasp,
Hold.
I am not that hero,
Somewhere deep down
Deeper still.
But we all,
we all,
we all become the rain.
And it floods here,
Dammed still
I care too much.
Shelter,
Where drip drops seek rooftops never slain,
And I am alone in this,
Where rain drops seek rooftops never built.
And it floods here,
How much longer?
Until it carries on.
That will be all.
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2. Looking For What Tomorrow May Bring
PoesíaThis is the second book in potentially what will amount to a series of books over my life. Unfolding the next chapter of life, as things move on forward towards a gateway that brings greater things, things greater than I. I have to stop and wonder...
