I can't keep this rain
off of my back
the rain that comes down
from these people
I'm around
Mostly, it comes down
in great big torrents
occasionally in very little amounts
but both as cold and biting
as the winter wind
If I had a choice
I would move out from under
this dark cloud
but I can't escape it
It will dwindle slowly
Only to return
as fierce and dark
as ever
Only to return
over my hung head
This cloud of depression
will stay
only to be pushed back
and to come again
to be pushed back once more
If you can't push it back any longer
Raise up your umbrella
to hold it off
and you can forget
the rain that's falling
-- Emily Reade
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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