Rainfall. A poem.

Pale droplets cascade
Down gray-faced facades
Of dimpled iron will
Collecting the residue
Of dusty acrimony
Along their chaotic
Weatherbeaten paths.

Pools of mercury
Dance in the afterglow
Rising and falling
To the somber occasion
And recalling times
And memories lost
Abandoned in twilight.

Rain, let it fall on me
And remind me of myself
As only I remember
And only I forget.

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Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

10 thoughts on “Rainfall. A poem.

      1. Thanks, Beckie, appreciate it. Depression is something I’ve struggled with my whole life and written about many times over the last few years my blog has been running. Writing is my catharsis 😊

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      2. I assure you, I write for the same reasons. I have to admit, it certainly does help to get outside of my own head.
        Again, I’m hear if you ever want to reach out and vent. Trust me, several bloggers and I chat outside of the blog, it’s very helpful.😊

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