Literature
A Road and the Rains.
The quiet rains
have come today.
I will my heart
to end the pain.
The shock,
a graceless pirouette,
a double take
and emptiness.
The throb encaged,
enraged and beating,
desperate to escape.
Whittle a while in a daze,
A brume formed
In a summer's craze.
A heart lies torn,
Its cream retreat
A damned, shattered irony.
Maelstrom surrounds
and glorious bedlam abounds.