When it rains When it's raining, I feel mad and sad The continuous humming of the raindrops As if echoes of my distant ghostly past As they hit the roof top of my room Like taunts from an invisible mocker The darkness when l look through the window Blurry like the uncertainties of the future The rumbling thunder in the black sky Sound like signaling of an impending disaster The flashing lightning cracking the dark Strike like unforeseeable calamities The rains make me feel mad and sad As I sleep awake on my ageing bed As my thought drift with the falling rain And my lonesome mind sip through my soul Like raindrops sipping in the ground The wind blowing and whistling sarcastic songs To my depressed heart and rudderless thoughts The quietness of living sounds As no bird would be singing in the rain The roar of a distant vehicle in the dark Reminding me that I am still with the daffodils And my predicaments are still with me While tomorrow waits, it awaits with a dampened ground That I would tread with my bare feet And the cold wet ground mirrors It mirrors the cold souls I will meet It makes me mad and sad when raining I fall into scary pits of despair and distress As the rains sing, "here the new cycle comes" Reminding me of the cycles I go through Every moment, every year and every stage That keeps kicking me around and round in circles Waiting for the proverbial call When I will leave all the greens and all that glitters To the dark that waits in gloom To the future that eagerly awaits That I fear will devour me to nothing To nothing I can imagine Wreckage of Deception Her thoughts chime with the fading nights Singing rhymes of a lover's pains Prodding her into a bubble of regrets Burgeoned by a kaleidoscope of distraught That poke her like a rogue unicorn's horns To a rendezvous she wishes never to be Where she stares at her muddled deeds Dressed up in purple ribbons of shame Adorning a crown emblazoned Miss whore world There, her dust castles are blown And her sins sing songs of mourn Over hills and valleys of her soul in shame An unholy soul will never hide behind deception But if only no one knew She would be singing holy holy with her fairy angels And holy the same in her delusions As she sleeps away in her nightmare dreams By J . S Machiri Email : jlssmachiri@gmail.com WhatsApp : +27652488199
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vocabulary ,expression ,imagery similes ,
all sorts of gestures,
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