watching the clock in a rainiy day

Watching the clock ticks in a rainy day.
One second follows another,
Raindrops drop after another,
Every tiny movement of the second hand’s
A violent strike.

Watching the raindrops in a free autumn’s day.
One drop after another,
An hour after another,
Every drip of the raindrops’ like
Tears marching down my cheek.

Hearing the rumble of the thunder,
A strike follows another,
Each time fiercer than the other.
Raindrops drip violently,
Hitting the roof of the cottage,
I can’t hear my heart.

Feeling the strong wind of a storm,
Ticking sounds of the clock and water droppings
That barely hears,
I lose my senses.

[…]

"Shh…"
Here’s Sanity talking to me again,
Vision of a blind,
Aural of a deaf.
Alas,
Anything but HE!
HE who make one,
To grief,
To please,
To FEEL,
Anything but HE,
With a sudden sound flash through my mind,
“You can never hide from me.”


23.10.2008