[Poem] Radical Weather
Something I wrote last night. I was reading a book and there was a sentence which triggered a thought...
Radical Weather
A little sun and a little rain,
outside and inside.
That was centuries ago,
when the weather behaved.
Now it's always the rain,
pouring down outside.
Inside these walls,
I cradle the sun.
Black clever clouds,
try to crawl in.
The sun in my arms,
burns them away.
It's not right I guess,
to have this radical weather.
But I can't let go,
of my warm safety.
I hate the rain,
for it drowns me.
And no one hears me.