I bow my head and build my walls
Waiting for the bricks to be placed
Higher and Higher
Entrapping me, there in the place i stand
Close around me
Made out of ice and hate
Out of my insecurities, my lack of faith
i sit there waiting silently
Looking up at the sky hoping
Hoping for my one sweet reprise
The rain
It comes soon, i hear the wind whisper
So i wait
And then the drops
Tiny drops that will ease my burden
They pour over me, filling up the room i built
Higher and higher the water rise
Pouring over me
Soon very soon i will be free
and the water rises over me
Over my head
and i feel peace
finally...
Kill me rain....
Posted by
IcEwOLf
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Labels: Poem
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