Basement Wall

Tom Wood

Rain, it calls

For those without a soul

Rain, it falls

But first, we pay the toll

 

Vines, they crawl

Along the basement wall

Still, I watch the rain fall --

Regret creeps down to all

 

My head is throbbing

As I fly, as I fly

What is not alarming?

I have flown before

 

My heart is dying

As I fall, as I fall

Why am I not flying?

I crawl along the basement wall

 

So, fall, rain, fall

Escape from it all

What is not alarming?

My head is throbbing.

 

  • Author: Tom Wood (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 2nd, 2019 22:40
  • Category: Unclassified
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