A Rainy AfternoonA Poem by jonah
The dog is inside the house,
searching for tiles. Footsteps. The house is white. No trace of words on the wall. A nap, a memory of sleep fills the lamp in the living room, leaving it augmented. A clock has been there the whole time. In a massive headache you recall a grey town that perished in your last reading. That's all about the town. About a bar of chocolate in your fridge and dull pieces of plates on the floor, you lack energy to make them leave. This rain looks green like grass you can't name after for sure. You wanted to touch something. A jar. A handle. A table. Your dog. This rain. This lengthy sound in your lungs. This afternoon that hides your childhood if you have any. Maybe you don't. So, you let your dog plays at unbuilt yards and get back inside to lay again even when you remember faintly that you're never properly asleep.
© 2015 jonahAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on March 30, 2015 Last Updated on March 30, 2015 AuthorjonahIndonesiaAboutI'm 19 year old christian man who lives in Indonesia. Sometimes i find it difficult for me to explain my thoughts and emotions in a solid, organized way. I must admit, that's one weakness of mine that.. more..Writing
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