meloostraightfromhertilt-a-world
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what kind of negativity is this: here comes the rain falling in again slanting down on me like some grey sorrow of a hangdog tomorrows expectation the pelting rain of regrets and constant ramifications the soaking rain of laments and prickling resentments whatever happened to that fine release of pain that came with the rain and the solace afterwards and the quenching and the grace of the spirit now all I hear is the moaning and the kvetching and the eye-balling accusations and I don't want to be anywhere near it I pray for the noise of thunder and lightning to drown them out but it doesn't do that here often enough all this rain is surely going to bring me to an earlier grave and drag me down in the bootstrap mire to some pauper's kind of coffin (trust is an extinct animal) trust is an endangered species ******************************************** Copyright February 1, 2015 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author Meloo/Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World (Copyright Site Title) All Ideas/Rants/Poetry/Prose are the LEGAL PROPERTY of this WRITER Thank you for reading. ********************************************************************************** Vote for this poem
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