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The Rain Plea

Updated on August 18, 2010

Can You Hear Its Voice

The Rain

 No feeling left within me

My body sallow and exausted like an exstinguished flame

My very soul is wrung out and void of color

Numbness it seems is the very essence of my being

My feet move and I rise up off my knees as though something is controling me with string

Every movement oddly mechanical

The world I see through unblinking eyes is a tired shade of grey

No color

No sound

No smell

No taste

The world is a vast expanse of nothingness

The only form of life my cold eyes spy is a towering wall of dark clouds standing tall and threatening

They speak as one voice their battle cry first a low heavy rumbling

Then a loud horrific crack

That seems to shatter the sky like glass.


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    • poeticColor22 profile image

      poeticColor22 7 years ago from The Coast

      Im pleased that you are able to see it.

    • Mentalist acer profile image

      Mentalist acer 7 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

      Time to dig deep for another round...profoundly disparate poetic situation;)