03-01-2018, 11:41 AM
This is my first time posting on here, so Id love to here feedback. This poem is in three parts because its pretty long, I called it the inevitable, and this is part one, Rain. I hope you enjoy.
Rain
I asked what it is
that brings you here,
with dark grey clouds,
and heavy rains this year.
This icy chill,
and dreams that will never be,
seem all too real.
Yes, it seems to me
A shifting timeline
seems unreal to me.
I'm living in a nightmare,
it seems so real to me.
I must know what it is
that brought this cloud to me.
I can get through this,
They're all proud of me.
It seems like the clouds may clear.
I get up, dance around and cheer.
But the clouds come back, showing rain is near.
I still don't know what brings it here.
At the end of the day,
it's fine to be cold.
I was told that the rain would get old.
Rain
I asked what it is
that brings you here,
with dark grey clouds,
and heavy rains this year.
This icy chill,
and dreams that will never be,
seem all too real.
Yes, it seems to me
A shifting timeline
seems unreal to me.
I'm living in a nightmare,
it seems so real to me.
I must know what it is
that brought this cloud to me.
I can get through this,
They're all proud of me.
It seems like the clouds may clear.
I get up, dance around and cheer.
But the clouds come back, showing rain is near.
I still don't know what brings it here.
At the end of the day,
it's fine to be cold.
I was told that the rain would get old.