A rainy misty day, Shows a shimmering silence; A voiceless shame breathes in the dark. I hide from the light,becalmed. Hope knows knows no boundaries - I am gone. Profundity lurks without;an exploration. Thus I write myself out,my days long and empty. Time recedes through chords of woe; I am alone,turning in and out. I have survived,small quiet and good; Still I live - the calligraphy of the land lays bare. Know this truth without and I am wrath; An angry World cries tears of milk and honey - Yet I am strong,I am strong.
I read this poem out loud to myself and I liked it very much. Especially now when we are approaching autumn and it rains more often it feels like the weather places us in a more thoughtful, gloomy mood. I like the way you just communicated how the smallest things lead to a series of loosely related thoughts, such as the rain, the quitness within, the sudden feeling like there are no boundaries in life, the fact that so much in life becomes clear, yet unexplained. You relive the past, but as a grown up and not as a child. I like that.
