Raindrops fell like angels
Shining like pebbles
Raindrops fell like my tears
Lavender through the years
Raindrops fell from Heaven
Shining like seagull feathers
Shining like pebbles
Walking in the rain at 5 a.m.
Numb, in a clear direction
Paranoid, it's happening again
Thought I had erased it from my brain
Going down the same blackberry lane
Swans are sleeping on the lake
In the park
Valve shut in the heart
I've got the worst month in my throat
With each mouth-sized bite of the day
I'm scared still thinking I'll choke
Driving on the trunk road
Fears ossified like bone
With my hands tied behind my back
On the orange wetland
Wetter than I've ever been
Wetter than the salty rain
Wetter than 5 a.m.
Wetter than the Ocean
Wetter than a greyhound
A million miles from reality
I can't contain the feeling
Sober like the morning
This is the first time I've been giddy
In a long time
Eating eggs for breakfast.
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Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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You express paranoia and anxiety and hopelessness so vividly I almost think I need to call social services. It's 106 degrees Farentheit (like 41 C) in Texas and little rain for weeks and weeks. Raindrops falling like angels is a transcendent description for which I thank you. Fortunately you express giddiness after all that high anxiety, so my call to the hot line can wait.
ha ha, you can take that line about being giddy with a pinch of salt, seen as how those giddy moments are few and far between. Especially tonight since someone, some cunt, deliberately set fire to my house and I literally nearly died because I was trapped inside and couldn't get out. Had to call the fire brigade and thankfully they arrived just in time to get me out but then I had to go and get checked by medical services because I had inhaled some of the plumes of black smoke. It's currently 6 am and I'm now in a relatives house. Was going to write a poem about the ordeal but so much bad shit has been happening to me, I honestly feel cursed and don't have the time to stop and reflect and write about everything. May as well keep moving forward LOL. Appreciate the comment and hopefully you'll see some rain soon. I live in Scotland and it rains here a lot, more than I see the sun.
Please keep it together. That's a lame response I know but I am really speechless. I hope you recover completely and didn't lose too much. Keep your poems in the cloud so at least they don't get burned up or washed away in the next Storm Freya. Freya sounds like some conquering female Viking raider. Best to you always.
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