Pitter Patter

I'm sorry if my recent poems have been mediocre quality; they are much older than some of the others.

Oh, how I love the sound of the rain.

The pitter patter

And the sound of the screams

As the blood mixes with the water,

Quickly down the road and to the drain.

Tell me, can you feel it?

Can you feel the pain?

The taste of my bullet

Inside of your brain.

Ask me this question:

Am I crazy, or am I insane?

Reviews

[Kris]

Although agreeing with Anne about developing the poem, it's pretty awesome, with the flow and the the darkness in between the lines. Nice job!!

[UponTheBrink]

Thank you very much for the review.

[Anne Bathory]

I enjoyed this poem but I feel like you could push it a bit farther,
Possibly incooperate the normality of listening to rain within the more darker lines to balance it out a bit more,
For isn't insanity a form of normality to those experiencing it?

[UponTheBrink]

Very true, and this is a good idea that I would have implemented, but this is one of my very early poems. I'd rather not change just for the sake of it being one of my first. Thanks for the review.