WASH AWAY MY PAIN

 

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let them flow down the streets with the rain,
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on their way past the madness.

The ocean may take them far away,
To places, we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes their sting
Or knows the infliction they can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
I stand clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and gray.
The faucet has been turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and all so right.

WASH AWAY MY SORROW

Wash away my sorrow and pain.

Let it flow the streets with the rain.

The ocean takes it far away

To places, we cannot say.

Where no one can feel its sharpened sting

Or know the infliction it may bring.

Let the rain grow harder with might,

Hailing on this dark, fateful night.

I want to be free of all traces

Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain,

Standing clean and free from the pain.

I hold my head high to the wet spray

as it turns into a mist of gray.

Once the faucet has shut for the night,

I’m left at peace with the coming light.

WASH AWAY MY PAIN

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain,
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away,
To places, we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes its sting
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
I stand clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and gray.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and all right.

TIMES HARD TO BEAR

A town where the snow is black,

bringing coldness & fear.

Old remnants of tears held back

& times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,

fear covers in disarray.

Anguished & frozen with pain,

dark petals fall in dismay.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

RAIN ON ME

The sun will shine again.

We will survive.

FINGERS FROM HEAVEN

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Fingers from heaven

Reach for the shore.

Shafts of light

Light the darkening sky.

The clouds move closer.

The rains fall.

The winds follow.

The end is in sight.

A NEW DAY

Source:mochipanko

After the rain,

the streets sparkle.

The sun shines.

Kids play ball.

Bicycles ride by.

Couples walk hand in hand.

The air sings with laughter,

drifting from diners at the sidewalk cafe.

A dog sleeps in the shadows.

A new day.

A NEW BEGINNING

A NEW BEGINNING

The rain hits the puddles

in a staccato rhythm.

A mesmerizing sound.

Tree branches hang low,

weighed heavy with water.

Flowers lift shiny faces

for their morning washing.

The cold, crisp rain

refreshes and renews.

The clouds drip dry.

The sun returns

to brighten the day.

The air smells clean.

A new day dawns.

A new beginning.

WASH AWAY MY SORROW

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away,
To places, we cannot even say.
Where no one recognizes its sting 
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine,
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.

THE PERFECT MELODY

 

 

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The air feels heavy,

laden with moisture.

Grey clouds hover

in the darkening sky.

The first raindrops arrive,

pounding on the rooftops

in a staccato melody of their own.

Pound, pound, pound.

Tap, tap, tap.

Rain washes our streets

and clears our minds,

preparing us for a new day.

TAME

Source:headlikeanorange

Please, I want to go outside.

No reason for you to hide.

The winds bring rain.

But they are tame.

I won’t fall or melt

If hail were to pelt.

I’ll be forever in your debt

If you allow me to get wet.

I’m pulling on my chain.

You don’t need half a brain

To know I’m ready to go free.

See what a great pet I can be.

IN THE RED

Source:travel-story

A beautiful fall day.

A pebbled path through the red.

I’ve come outside to play.

Fantasies flow through my head.

The leaves glitter red

Until the day turns dark.

I’m safe in my bed,

A red swirl in the park.

Rain pelts the park.

The wind cackles.

I flee in the dark

On raised hackles.

The path is gone.

Night has come too soon.

The path is gone.

Lost in the full moon.

NEW BEGINNINGS

NEW BEGINNINGS

The rain hits the puddles

in a staccato rhythm.

Tree branches hang low,

weighted with water.

Flowers lift their faces

for their morning washing.

The cold, crisp rain

refreshes and renews.

The clouds wring dry.

The sun returns

to brighten the day.

The air smells clean.

A new day dawns.

A new beginning.