Posted in Prose, Relationships

The Thundering Clouds

I squeezed

the last gasp from the thundering

clouds, the last whimper

the last sigh,


The rains pelted down

washing away my indifference

and my inability

to love,


A  medley of colors

a refraction, scattering

my years of  longing,

and tears like rain,


A single raindrop

reflecting, the rainbows

she bestowed, so elegantly


upon me….





My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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