Rise And Shine

Charles Edward York

 

 

The windy rain comes

On a freezing night

And I huddle inside

Where I can keep warm

I eat, then sleep

Until my eyes open

I curl up under covers

Thankful to be safe

Away from all harm.

 

At 3 am the weeping returns

Cold, frigid and heavy laden

The clouds break apart

And torrential sheets

Pour down upon

My roof, collecting

In a million tears

As if I am a pillow

To be soaked endlessly.

 

The bone chilling air brings in

A dark gravity so imposing

Terror grips my veins

Squeezing courage from me

Only my will to awaken

Stubborn and eager

To rise and shine

Keeps enough fire

Burning to keep me warm.

 

Copyright © 2021 Charles Edward York

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  • Author: Charles Edward York (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 18th, 2021 02:29
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Comments3

  • dusk arising

    When the night is freezing isn't it snow which falls from the sky instead of rain? Or maybe sleet.

    Reminded me of my nightime fears as a small child hiding beneath the covers as a storm raged in the night outside.

  • dusk arising

    When the night is freezing isn't it snow which falls from the sky instead of rain? Or maybe sleet.

    Reminded me of my nightime fears as a small child hiding beneath the covers as a storm raged in the night outside.

  • orchidee

    Good write Charles.



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