The cold within.

As the rain showers within my cranial walls,

water running down my eyes in sheets,

my thoughts peppered by hail,

the wind tosses memories

that flow into a void lost

leaving me cold, empty;

the mind hibernates. 

But I'm awoken once more

thunder billows. lightning strikes

I become wrapped

inside winter's chill

sending shivers echoing

down my cranial hall.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

this reminds me of a tattoo my younger daughter put on her upper arm ..its caricature of a young lady holding an umbrella over her head and rain is falling down on the girl from underneath the umbrella .. its one of my favorites ..i took a long pause to inhale at this line:
"the mind hibernates." ...its the turn for me ... the calm gathering of strength and resolve ... only to be tested again in the closing ... rain rain go away .. right?! one of your more serious pieces Andrew! i like it ... it's all in your head says Timothy ...wonder where his head is now? ;))))))))))))))))))
clever, emotive, universal and oh so true poem
E.

[andrew mitchell]

Wow gene thank you for your kind and generous words my friend.