Deprevation

sopping up the inspiration, creativity and beauty from life's dregs

rain July 10, 2016

Filed under: Poem — nomisyar @ 02:24

familiar

patter
pits roiling agonizing antagonists

in my belly.

in the cold summer’s rain.

Hospitality 

worthy of the ‘reddest’ of weddings.

Fuck it,

I move on.

There is much

Beauty

in the rain,

and beyond.

besides,

tis a mere drizzle,

ending now.

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