its cold in the desert
thin in an old man's blood
crooked in a sales man smile
and broken in my heart.
its grey in the clouds on a summer day
black in my coffee that sits for hours
dark in the eyes of the person i talk to
distant in the emotions i once embraced.
down comes the storm
pounding on my face
cleansing my skin
cleaning my soul
down comes the hail
trampling every emotion inside
tearing down walls
that i once built
sitting under the old umbrella
my mother once used
remembering the childhood
that was easier to endure
soaking in the emotions
meant to sadden you
remembering the childhood
that taught me my mother's strength
of hardship endurance
and worthy love
remembering
yesterday was yesterday
and today she is my diamond.
and tomorrow I will be
someone's diamond.
Comments (2)
that is really good, you should do poems more often
@Lecherousstorm - its when i hurt i do a poem. i would like to do them less often