It's pouring down rain outside.
I type poems on a laptop with crumbs in the keys
Hoping to find sense of the world in my own words
which is stupid because it doesn't work but
I try anyway.
I want to go stand outside in the rain
in a white nightgown
arms spread wide or
staring at the ground
I can't decide.
The sky is sad and so am I
and I can't cry so maybe
I'll let it cry for me
tears on my face from heavenly eyes
do angels cry?
do demons?
did the devil shed a tear when he fell from heaven's seat?
would I?
It's still raining outside. Still raining inside. I set out a bucket to catch the drips.
*Evyn
No comments:
Post a Comment