Fog and drizzle
drizzle and fog
underwrap
overwrap
low to the ground.
Creep and slide
slide and creep
outside in
inside out
locked up all around.
Soaked and soft
soft and soaked
daylight on
nightlight off
nowhere to be found.
Confused and befuddled
befuddled and confused
sleeping awake
awakening sleep
constantly turned around.
Sun where are you ?
where have you gone ?
Lonely and forgotten
forgotten and alone
my senses confound.
The rain keeps coming down.
And down, and down,
and down.
Filed under POETRY
The rain came during the night.
Soft and silent blessings fell
to drench the earth
where mankind dwells.
But they slept on unaware
that helpful forces left a gift
to soften the soil
of hardened hearts.
They rose with the dawn,
faint light clouded over,
and misunderstood such peace
brought a chance to subside
the blazing heat of anger
in fearful eyes
scorched
by staring at the sun
of a too-bright false sunrise.
Cloudy days ahead
to soften the blow
when they awaken to the lies
that they have been told.
Every artist knows
one sees clearer
on cloudy days
when truth is crisp
despite the haze.
Or maybe,
because of it.
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annarino writes 