She stands by a window
Rain, rain, rain dripping down the glass
It blurs her vision
It blurs her senses
He sits against a graffiti-covered wall
Rain, rain, rain falling into his lap
And into his hair
And into his eyes
She walks down an alley
Bag slung over her shoulder
Hair swept to one side
Shoes clicking on the pavement
He walks through the darkness
Eyes open
Heart beating
But is it?
The bag drops
The shoes stop
The hair falls around her face
It isn’t. It isn’t.
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Author:
pots-and-pans (
Offline) - Published: January 11th, 2018 02:41
- Comment from author about the poem: I legitimately have no idea what this is. It’s almost midnight, I’m tired, my brain is demanding words. Interpret it as you wish.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
I think it's very good - that's what I think it is... very powerful. Almost like you had a dream but you aren't asleep yet.
What an interesting description! Thank you!
How about "almost as if you were dreaming but you weren't asleep yet" - much better phrasing! It was very early when I wrote yesterday! Write more!
A fine write, and for your age too!
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