. · Awakening With Poetry

I feel the drops

On my skin

As I walk the dark at night

And talk to grandmother moon

Hers, the only light I see

They’re not tears of sadness

But light breaking through

Beneath my clothes

Reaching into my pocket

I pull another from the pack

Each one I light

Exhaling my woes

Pleading for the clarity

I desperately seek

This dry night

Without any rain

I feel the drops

Upon my skin

Another cigarette lit

Beckoning comfort in

Knowing it’s the only control

I have for

One more long and lonely night

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