My feet meet the pavement alongside tears of the sky,
Drenching me with their emotion, a lightning bolt meets my eye.
A crack of thunder shocks but does not scare me,
Instead I sit and watch the show,
I watch the electricity stream acros the clouds,
Dancing to and fro.
My thoughts of hate and hurt are washed away,
As my sins are drenched and cast astray,
Nothing exists now but myself,
Watching the most beautiful art.
My pain dies down and my hope flies high,
And tranquility fills my heart.
The rain falls heavy and splats on the soil,
I love this time, here there is no turmoil.
I am alone in the street, with only my mind,
Everyone has run inside, temporarily I am the only,
And for now, justice really is blind.
But the clouds dissapear and the sun comes in to my sight,
And now I know it is over, but there's no need to fight.
For now I have been cleaned and my sins are washed and gone,
My hate has departed, and my joy is restored,
And I accept my role as a pawn.
Author notes
Option 3. :]
A contest entry
- Options For (Somewhat) Trophy-Less Teens by FallingTwilight.
450 points, ended June 14, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Like the rhythm and rhyme in these lines, the flow and the message you share. Check spelling of disappear; liked also the metaphor in this poem.
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there is so much in here. the overall poem completely blew me away. i love writing about the rain too. there is just so much emotion to it. god!
you did a fabulous job on this. good luck in the contest.
♥.LoVE
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