| Written: NOV 22, 2003 |
Silent streaking rivulets of rain booming,
An icy, angered, merry mist of pain
Piercing seemingly solid barriers,
Seeking renewed relevance sorely missed.
All the while, behind bloodshot eyes, cascades,
Flooding mind and soul ‘til perfectly parched,
Within honor bound to run remaining
Hidden from all heathen hearts.
Do not mistake mournful delusions dire,
I cry for you now with every battered breath,
Where in uncouth unconscious tears fail a mourner.
