Armory

rain on your face

drops like cold tears

raindrops on roses

the kiss of petal-like skin

the sound of music in the rain

as it tumbles into your eyes

into

your

hands

cupped

I’m standing here free like in

childhood with the sensation of the

water

dictating

all my sensations to follow

the pied piper  swallow a rainbow

glittering sky

power of storms is like

painted emotions

not like anger just

sweet

thundering

bitterness and anguish and joy

mixed emotions like

love and fear

mist clinging to your cheeks

like a beard

or a death shroud

father in the hospital back to

reality

rainbow bitter and mocking

tearful joy and color and harmony and

truth

you will never experience

he’s dead

should be earth shattering just

feels dull

dead plants don’t feel the rain hit

their crackling limbs

have you ever had a family member in the

hospital

torn between the apathy of self-caring

and meaninglessness of the world

but still beats the incredible

meaningful storm of emotion

relationship

memory

thoughts

happiness

meaning

so you hope for the best but you don’t know

if you should smile or cry

is it selfish?

why do I care if it is selfish?

second thought is the real one

rainbow’s gone

clouds are dissipating into

grey dullness that

saturates

my being

have to shed it

the rain sheds its coat and left it

in the streams of thought that

rush faster and faster in my mind

until the memory droplets become

a torrent of unstoppable

anguish

tremors

would do anything to make it stop

I have to make it stop before I

wake up or it will follow me

follow me where?

it never leaves my mind

open door and floodgates and run

dams break in floods

stop up a hole with your finger

cold?

burn from freezing?

wheels broken off spin across the street

as I open my

eyes