Traversing the avenue
While the rain poured
And the winds howled,
I become drenched to the skin,
Forsaking the now-useless umbrella
In all its pretenses of shielding my body.
And the cold take on my bones.
A shiver ruins through my body.
My aches and pains are washed away
And my sins, too, are forgiven.
I break from the shackles of perdition.
Now I wait for the sun to shine
And dry up this sodden land
Comments on this poem/writing:
Click here to read other Poems by Bench
Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack
COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No part of this website, including all pictures and written words, may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without permission of the original author of the work. All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner. All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: email@example.com so the proper person may be notified.