Coming home at twilight
storm clouds gently hued
intrude upon me
purple, mauve and blue
reflect ego's bruiseWhelming sorrow gathers
drops accumulate
oblate and shatter
like the worlds I make
liquesced in the rainLightning shocks awaken
all the broken things
that cling to almost
cleansed in pelting streams
recycled pipe dreamsCoalescing me
thunder jolts the nerve
return to balance
life is too absurd
regroup, retry…learnCopyright 2003-2015 Grace Lindsay. This is an original work by Grace, if you wish to publish it please provide attribution and a link to the original article.