this is an old poem of mine. i haven't written much in ages. a combo of writer's block and meds i think.
i have been slowly working on my book. someday.

"somedaaayyy my book will be done..."











bordom and anger
in the rain


he's bored
and that makes him angry
the rain outside gives a reason
the steady beat
reminds him of a dance
long over.

fists beat time
with the rain
adrenaline rush, bored no longer
dances around the room
tears up a steady beat
in time with the rain.