Poetrified - a collection of poetry

overcast

the sky was overcast.
apparently, it would rain,
or so they told.
i was leaning on my balcony,
my frail, tinted curls,
whipped mercilessly, my cheeks.
my mind was too busy, however,
flashing memories of you caressing my skin,
saying, that they glowed, with sunlight, gold.
the sky was overcast.
apparently, it would rain,
or so they told.

the soft summer wind,
now bleak and bitter cold,
was pushing the old,
creaking gate of my household.
nagging, as i may sound,
but remember?
you pushed me on the heavy swing,
abandoned and broken,
just like us,
when apart, we were found.
the sky was overcast.
apparently, it would rain,
or so they told.

the dry leaves were slow,
as they fell down.
just like time did,
when we were together,
without our lips in a simultaneous frown.
the leaves were hitting the ground,
shuddering not bold.
too much reminisce, i know,
but, eerily familiar,
just like we were,
with our stories, untold.
the sky was overcast.
apparently, it would rain,
or so they told.

my memories are not fading,
they are dripping,
stripping me off my warmth,
leaving the chill, invading.
i don't have your hand anymore, to hold.
the skin of my fingers,
in countless folds.
the sound is too loud,
i am alone, yet in a crowd.
i have a long journey ahead to go,
this just seems like an unending road.
the sky is not clearing.
it is raining.
just like they told.

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