A rain drop’s pleaPosted: January 2, 2012
Insides go numb. Sometimes
Indifference flares the best of us sometimes
On a deserted land I stand, memories swim in the surrounding water
Fangs sharp, noses pointed
Seems like they’ve just smelt bait, defenseless, vulnerable.
Words fall on inattentive ears, drip away
Like rain drops on roof tiles
Losing their worth.
Dripping to the ground, down
The gutters, gushing out
In all their angst, pain
Why waste words? Why lose respect?
It is a parched earth that truly values a drop of rain
And yet, I make words rain
Voluntary exile? Humiliation?
Roof tiles keep rejecting and I
Long for soft, moist, welcoming ground
That used to be here,
To lay my head, rest the hurting limbs
Oh sweet, loving peace, to lay down and sleep.