they look down,
mice seeking shelter in a storm
but not me
i look up,
raindrops kissing my weary eyes as they
flutter shut;
like a divine cleanse for the sins that i've done
being unafraid to look up to the crying skies and say thank you for the tears -
it's like beginning again
maybe it's a sign of washing away the past
maybe it's time to start afresh
YOU ARE READING
poetry oneshots
Poesía"when i cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me i am in darkness - i am nothing." - virginia woolf, the waves sparks of thought and glimmers of ideas, encapsulated in words. note: some blackout poems are published in here and will be i...
