Inside, outside, upside down, I drown.
Drenched In Depletion
Rain, sheets of rain,
slivers of ice, arrows
of unrelenting rage, shoot
through the storms of life
pelting against the fragile
glass of the window that
shields my sanity. Cracked.
Howling winds tear through
my mind thrashing the windmills
of rational thought and hurling
them spinning, whipping, around
like pieces of gray matter confetti.
I am drenched in depletion, soaked
in acidic apprehension and fear, heavy
with the burdens of a barren hope.
Without shelter, I stand exposed
waiting for the last serrated bolt of
lightening to end this misery. I hear
only the constant roar of tormenting
thunder that causes me to cover my
ears and scream into the void with
head turn skyward, mouth wide opened,
eyes without sight. But no one hears
my cry, no one sees my tears. Its all
hidden by the rain.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-12-22 at 04:23
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