Sk3tched

Storm’s Furry

Rain seeping from the windows to my soul

Departing from hope, arriving in despair.

Tears of the sky roll down the train’s window

Dark specters gather, breathe deep a summer dream

Release the summer storm, cracks of light shatter the sky.

My saving Grace, a cross I bound to, by memory,

Empathy catacombs of my mind, half blurred faces

Shrill cry’s begging for rain to fall on them.

Let the memories roll down the windows of my soul, disappear

So sweet the taste of the river Lethe

Drowning, gasping, frozen I sink into the river Styx.

4/17/12