AwakeningA Poem by HerbsWords
*Personal Journal *Unedited
A light pitter-patter not only on my surroundings,
but also upon me.
Every drop, a sensation
Whether it be on my open skin or my socially acceptable clothes.
Some might think it odd to be lying in the rain
but for someone who desires feeling, this suffices very well.
I feel the water,
It puddles in the small of my back and underneath my hair.
It takes liberty with my body,
Passing by as if I wasn’t even there.
Maybe I’m not.
As I lay amongst this spray, I cannot help but to listen.
Listen, not just hear.
The soft concerto that this cloudburst has been conducting.
Soothing to the ears,
but not to the storm inside my head.
They say you must light a bigger fire next to another to douse it,
I figured I could use this concept.
Yet this silent rainstorm has no effect on the maelstrom between my ears.
A failed attempt,
Still lying in this rain.
© 2012 HerbsWords
Added on June 19, 2012
Last Updated on June 19, 2012
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