"try grasping perpetuity?
It’s on the far side
of my intellective preposterous gray matter."
poetic eruptions inside
have crossed the breaking point
love songs are solace for abandoned heart
shattered spirits
they sleep around to forget
forced through this rain,a lonely soul
drenched down again
frozen heart
burning in the pain
fed up, exhausted, and devoid
need understated strength of coffee
and unuttered agreement
to watch the falling raindrops
her face her eyes and her stare
aimless and dreamlike
forced through this rain,a lonely soul
