I have to warn you that this poem was written many moons ago, so it’s not as complex as what I write, at present. Also, it is a very deep and depressing poem. It was very proper for the time, but I do not feel like that now. Let me know what you think, and be honest.
Rain is flowing,
Like liquid retentions,
Of alcohol fuelled fury,
And allies turned foes.
On this frigid desolate night,
I surrender to slumber,
To protect my cerebrations,
From the pangs that went unchecked.
In my dreams I see a futurity,
Of happiness and lovingness,
And of a luv that will spare me,
From the darkness that stalks.
And then I awake,
And I know this is not true,
Because my life is just an incubus,
That I envisage my way through.
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Rain is beautifully written, Jeffy.
You’re a true poet.
A poet? Oh, you’ve got me blushing!