Devorando Como el Mar

Happiness: Something to love, Something to do, and Something to hope for...

Monday, September 04, 2006

Raindrops falling on my head

Beaded pellets of condensation
Whipping
Whirring
Spurring within my soul
Help me breathe in complex thoughts
And breathe out absurd truths

Crystalline drops
Fall forth towards earth
Hurtling
And leaving behind
Nothing but puddles of emptiness

It’s with each tear dropped
That I prophesize mother natures last breath
And realize that these pools resting between slabs of concrete
Are nothing but muddied puddles
Reflecting the ugly truths of human beings

1 Comments:

Blogger eden said...

"It’s with each tear dropped
That I prophesize mother natures last breath"


uh-huh

11:41 AM  

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