Trickles of rain
Trick, trick, I sleep.
Deep, peaceful, as a morning death
Pieces of me sprawled about,
Lifeless, listening as fear moves about.
Thunders clap as lightning steals the light,
Packets of sweat bond with my frightened skin,
Yet still, I sleep,
Killed, my fingers crawl still
Is death as sweet as this?
Is there a street of gold?
I wait, for I am scared to haste
Still, I lay
As heavy as the rain
Still, I pray
Carnal, nonetheless
Trickles of rain, tingles and tears
I am killed by the rain.
©210109 - Ub Matthews
