i can't write my thoughts on paper
i can't visualize a scene
i can't write an epic fable
i can't make the murder look clean
When i wish, the sky falls apart
like a booming voice.
When the rains fall,
i fall with them
tumbling,
tearing,
veering,
impairing,
until they let up.
So abruptly, yet quietly.
The dew hinders the greatest slumber
until one stops and wonders,
will the rainbow ever come ?
i can't visualize a scene
i can't write an epic fable
i can't make the murder look clean
When i wish, the sky falls apart
like a booming voice.
When the rains fall,
i fall with them
tumbling,
tearing,
veering,
impairing,
until they let up.
So abruptly, yet quietly.
The dew hinders the greatest slumber
until one stops and wonders,
will the rainbow ever come ?
