More.
Rain on the window pane.
I lie here still.
Drip.
Drop.
Come harder.
Drown my thoughts.
Whisper me to sleep.
Pour.
Pour down.
Flood my mind to ease
Pain, Dying, and Death.
Awake still.
A roll of thunder.
Gentle roar.
Holidays come.
Amidst the breaking.
Love.
Surge of life.
Yet washes me away.
Fall.
Falling water.
Come morning.
The sun will rise,
But foggy thoughts remain.
December 10, 2008
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