The thumps of the rain on my brim
are the outwardness of my erratic heart beat,
the sky cries for me.
The never-ending assault
from the drops of life God didn't want,
soak my shirt.
You think i don't feel the loss in my chest?
A farewell to one of my friends...
the best.
An inch-long river that feeds the mouth where their sentiment will rest
washed in the blood of all my insecurities,
my selfishness.
To what the unknown holds outstretched in hand
the promises of new and old war games,
my soul aches.
Winding the grinded streets blind...
the smell of fear is sweetened with the choking sound of music...
blocked like a plane waiting to take flight...
muffled are the screams of anguished...depreciated emotion bleeding out to no end.....
a beautiful rendition of what used to be----
...my heart-hemisphere
