It's funny how it seemed so sunny this morning
But now became the time for mourning.
Clouds cover the radiating sun
And that's when the rain then begun.
I'm staying awake indoors today.
I really want the rain to go away.
Alone, depressed, and cold I am here.
Soft tapping and clapping are what I hear.
I lay there, staring and staring at the somber sight
Pondering on what mistakes and choices that could have been right.
There's nothing to do, nothing to see
Except for this weather that continues to irk me.
I had plans to do, places to be
Now only sadness replaces the glee.
I pick myself up and walk the bare halls
Expecting knocks at the door or phone calls.
None came, and time flew by.
Then, something in the corner caught my eye.
Pen and paper, isolated and alone,
Just like me, all forlorn.
I grabbed a clear cup to then begin
And used the rain to fill it up to the brim.
It was then that the thing I had once loathed
Became my best friend and tool to behold.
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Poetrypoems (possibly stories) relating to art, which can range from painting to pottery to drawing and much more purpose is to evoke emotion i hope you enjoy reading it! feel free to comment suggestions, tips, or stories you want to hear about PLEASE NOT...
