Rain It Will
All activities have ceased, but the dust refuses to settle, As if in deference to every hard-working man’s mettle, Sadly the hard work is no longer worth its own sweat, But dust is the only thing these sons of failure
All activities have ceased, but the dust refuses to settle, As if in deference to every hard-working man’s mettle, Sadly the hard work is no longer worth its own sweat, But dust is the only thing these sons of failure
To the casual observer, they seemed like a pair any other, If it wasn’t for that singularity, they wouldn’t even bother, Like all the others, they seemed immersed in their own world, With the occasional interruptions reminding them this world.
Such a shower, would normally seem out of season, But he had long since stopped searching for reason, He knew not when he lost it, cared not if it lost him, A lot more important things had already left him.
We looked for the ending right at the beginning, But couldn’t see beyond the place we were starting, We searched for its beams, tried to hold its railing, But couldn’t feel anymore than where we were standing. Every time that
Remember the walk, that we walked to remember, When we decided to walk away during life’s December, The pounding rain had slowed down to a drizzle, As if to keep quiet during our ensuing tussle. It never came, for, didn’t