It keeps raining
everything has become damp,
I can feel the mist inside my head.
Wooden doors don’t close anymore,
windows don’t shut to keep the water out,
I feel like drowning in this flood,
and it keeps raining still….
The food I eat is moist with water
thoughts are laden with crumbling wetness.
Eyes are always on verge of tears,
skin yearns for some dryness someplace,
the rot is root deep now,
and it is raining still….
The haze in my mind is getting dense
the coldness of solitude disturbs me,
catching me unawares each time.
Clouds have cluttered out all the light,
I ride around desperately
seeking golden sunshine,
and it rains still….