I try to write a poem,
When I am alone at night,
When the snorers snore,
In dull yellow light…
I don’t get far?
Emotions overwhelm
Anxieties, and allergies
Mix terror up with phlegm.
I wish I could stop thought;
I wish I could escape my mind;
So I try aligning the chaos,
In writing, and leave it behind.
But emotions are bedlam,
Mixed with my urge to know,
So these lie awake with me
And follow wherever I go.
The rain falls, when I can’t be wet;
It stops, when I want it to rain.
In essence, it teaches me life,
And quite a bit of what is pain.
Falls in sleets, when I wear my best,
And when I want to play, it halts;
It teaches me Nature – like me –
Can have her own foibles and faults.
The rain shows me how life works,
By not promising any goal;
I need to let go, it patters,
For life, like rain, isn’t in my control.
The countless upon countless
Leaves of grass dance in the street;
They’ll rise in countless seasons,
And, in death, they all shall meet.
As time shifts from bloody womb,
Love seems to fade and loss looms;
Clear skies, that once shone bright blue,
Are now choked, by life’s dark fumes.
Innumerable tears, like years,
Fall from waving leaves on grass,
But, from drop to drop, who knows
Just what may still come to pass.
Hearts Still Care 
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