A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

18 May 2011

I Find My Peace

Standing in the street,
Rain pouring down,
Birds chirp in the distance,
As water floods the street.

In a hoody, soft and thick,
Jeans cuffed at the bottom,
Deep blue slippers, lined with fur,
Thunder booms in the distance.

Inside mom yells at my brother,
Dad sitting in front of the TV,
Cats whining to be played with,
Mayhem all about.

So here I stand,
With my pink umbrella,
In my moment of serneity,
I find my peace.

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