As I sit here
I am going mad
Tearing at the walls
capture
death
The rain mocks my plight
dashing against the window pane
the scent lingers
it enters
Rain
I am owned by the earth
the sunlight
the sky
each bestows a gift upon me
Drops of dew
large drops
rolling down
sinking into the ground
enter, renew me!
It is a call, a call, a madness
as the branches sway!
Give way, give way
I must join
I must heed!
I must, I must!
don't leave
don't leave
The scent lingers, and I am a thirst.
I am going mad
Tearing at the walls
capture
death
The rain mocks my plight
dashing against the window pane
the scent lingers
it enters
Rain
I am owned by the earth
the sunlight
the sky
each bestows a gift upon me
Drops of dew
large drops
rolling down
sinking into the ground
enter, renew me!
It is a call, a call, a madness
as the branches sway!
Give way, give way
I must join
I must heed!
I must, I must!
don't leave
don't leave
The scent lingers, and I am a thirst.
Annie-I love the anxiety and hunger in this. Is going mad a bad thing? ~rick
ReplyDeleteI read and re-read this like 10 times. It made me feel GOOD, I needed this, this morning.. TY, once again AWESOME.. U
ReplyDeleteYou know pretty well when I felt just like this. Simple, and very very good! Keep writing!!!
ReplyDeleteAn allusion to your previous confinement I think. Thank you for commenting.
ReplyDeleteRick, Inky, I don't know how I neglected you!!
Rick, going mad is certainly not a bad thing at times... ;D
Inky, I am so grateful to you for your support you are terrific!
SG