"One thing we can never escape from is definition. If it could only be possible, I would wish to die undefined."
June Rain
Between outcast covers
did a stranger lay,
his head was bent against the shade.
His eyes so bright
but now a shade of night,
he kept his hands warm yet
but no warmth of him stayed.
Between thin memories
did his heart occupy,
his mouth shaped words, yet all of it lies.
He tucked his legs up
tight across his chest,
and yet through the darkness
not a single tear he shed.
His jacket was obsolete
against the summer squalls,
yet he didn't move, his hands straight lest
he fall.
He grasped the thin layer
of bulging cloth be,
a single gold locket, tucked,
he could never free.
And when the downpour came
his eyes sparked with glee,
a mourning man's lips quirked,
the skies finally had mercy.
The summer squall raged and
the rain took him away,
and in the cold of that downpour,
he found another way.
His eyes so bright,
but now a shade of night,
he kept his locket close
until the whispers finally fade.
Between outcast covers
did this stranger lay,
his head was bent against that shade.
No man did know the reason why,
in the cold of June rain
he chose to die.
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Static Little Musings
Poetry"Sometimes all I want is for people to listen, and for once in their lives stop pretending to understand and just sit down and listen. A writer's life and soul lingers wherever his words have left a mark. This is where mine lies." Words will confi...
