Here’s a poem I wrote a few months ago

In Editor's Notes, personal, poetic on February 9, 2008 by Editor Z

Just added a bit to it though.

Rain Storm Memories

Where did it all go?
The promises of past?
Why couldn’t it all just remain frozen
always last?
Why do I forget it all?
Could it be the weather?
Too much to drink at twilight?
when night seems like a sprawling epic,
spoiling for a fight.
spirits in crisis whiplash.
Out of cash.
‘He never climbed the school yard jungle gym
or got his homework done.’
Playing hide and seek with mirages and chasing
his hearts flaming sun.
Knoted by naivette and difference uncultured hands.
Faces no longer match names.
Where will it all go tommarow?
Getting drenched in the rainstorms of sorrow?
Cause you don’t have anything to borrow,
from yesterday’s antiqued tommarow.


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