A Chance Of Rain

A feeling of floatation

In a sea of dew.

My lips smile;

A disguise,

A disquise for my

Weeping heart.

My smile is my mask;

My protection,

My suit of armour.

The morning sun

Brings a glimpse of hope

Amidst the hope,

There is a chance of rain.

Wet Skies

Wet skies

Another rainy day

Wet skies

A cold, harsh reality to the life I live

Wet skies

A mirror image of the emotions I feel

Wet skies

Rain cascading, silent yet beautiful

Wet skies

Like the constant flow of blood from a knife wound in the dark

Wet skies

Grey and dull

Wet skies

Rain flooding the bowels of heart

Wet skies

A tiny whirlpool of memories being flushed down a drain

Wet skies

A bruised ego; hurt pride

Wet skies

A cold, harsh reality to the life I live

Wet skies

Another rainy day