The Dry Rain of Anger

 In a way, I am not within me

The high sky, red and blue, beckons me

Deep inside, shallow within, sick inside, happy within.

I am not in me.


I try not to look back in fury,

But the dry rain of anger splatters my face

Anguished words fly out of my mouth, i shut my eyes

I feel dark within.


Black, deep, heavy, inescapable

My mind, that’s how it feels.

My breath, my dream all sucked within.


In a way you are not in you too

The high sky, red and blue, beckons you.


2 comments on “The Dry Rain of Anger

  1. Deep, intriguing and bold, it speaks volumes about the unlettered years of your life, the colours and shapes of your mind. I love the light and darkness and their constant interplay and also, the precision of your style.

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