THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

The quiet girl who lived behind
most surely, slowly lost her mind
for cursed she was in her mother’s womb
she now sleeps, lays lonely in her tomb

Her spirit un-trapped from flesh and bone
by knife’s edge she worked to hone
and laid her down in water warm
her thoughts now resting from their desperate swarm

The cut was quick, the blade was swift
and she began in slight pain to drift
and dreamt of days that might have been
were it not her curse from some unknown sin

That left her born an unpleasant sight
though she wished with all her might
for one dance at her high school prom
for one date with a boy named Tom

The dog she loved had been recent put away
and now she had not any need to stay
So alone she laid within her bath
and as the world slipped she gave a laugh

At an empty thought, the joke of life
for which for her had been but strife
she came, years later, stood next to me
two men, not known, spoke that she was now free

The shackles, bondage had slipped away
as life had drained she could not stay
but came years later wanting me to know
that she had simply had to go

And had wept that faultless night
her eyes burning in clouded sight
and stood before a bathroom mirror
and cursed her life, deaths choice the clearer.

The door had closed, I simply had to go
not knowing what to say, the tears did flow
an offer made by she for me to stay
but I had to leave to go my way

Disturbed I found her birthright curse
not grown enough myself to nurse
the lost and lonely bare laid feeling there
the hungry haunting sadly painful stare

And I in shame did in wild confusion slink away
while she said welcome, come please stay
stay this night and warm my bed
or else a broken heart shall leave me dead

A friend is all I need, nothing else
a friend is all I want, nothing else
Years passed and she sudden came
not to cast any shame or blame

Simply to say she’d passed and gone her way
But now her presence comes unexpected this day
Not to haunt and not to play
But just to say she could not stay.