HARD RAIN
The rain falls - hard.
Stinging my face.
Big fat ploppy drops that jump up from the ground.
Dripping incessantly inside my coat
Sending a chill through me.
Everything is meaningless.
Time is inconsequential.
Soaked, I slick back my hair.
Every drip running down my neck,
Every place on my body is coldly wet.
I blink back raindrops.
I am a drowned rat.
Is this what it is like to drown?
This cold bleakness.
Do I care?
This is good therapy?
This darting scrappy, grasping thought
Intervenes in my head.
My mind freezes.
Cold wet exhaustion takes over.
But it doesn't stop the frustration.
Doesn't put an end to the restless nights
And the turmoil of overwhelming emotions
That tumble over and over in my mind.
And as I weep hot tears to mingle with the raindrops
I feel myself slipping over a dark edge.
A marvellous escape from everything -
From the past, the present and the future.
Where reality recedes.
An end in itself.
~ Annemarie © January 2007~
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