Poems

Umbrella

Everyone has an umbrella to hide them from the rain

But mine seems to be lost in the wind

Of sadness and pain

They cover themselves with the weakness

Of cloth and cheap metal

And they face their meekness

I'm too busy with the rain beating down

The down poor is strong

And is so much that I drown

There is no comfort nor safeness

Over crowded thoughts cram the mind

In this everlasting darkness

The chill of the wetness covers my back

Strong winds and sticky clothes

Because an umbrella is what I lack