War of Rain

by Michael   Jul 18, 2005


Definitions upon definitions I believe are evil and malign,
but the word, “Psychic,” is the worst word of mine.

I, myself, am very psychic to see things what many don’t,
however, these visions I see everyday, I wish I won’t.

When I go out into a cloudy day,
rain is the predator and I’m the pray.

My brother went to war two years ago,
I can still feel and sense him, though.

When I look at the raindrops, making a small flood,
all to me, it just look like blood.

For when everyday when my brother gets hurt in war,
I also suffer when it rains blood and gore.

This rain looks like water, but it just hide,
for this is a symbol for soldiers who died.

Much more have I suffered by seeing evil ghosts,
to seeing people dying with such morose.

Though I see this everyday, I begin to mourn,
but I see it everyday, with this ability I was born.

The only way to not see for what I see,
was to throw away this evil’s key.

For now was the darkness I would be eyed,
I put a cloth over my eyes, forever, and far welled with the outside.

Now for eternity, darkness is all I can see,
and when I died, nobody knew me.

Due to the lack of seeing people and others,
here I am, in a corner, with no sisters...not even my brother...

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  • 18 years ago

    by ~â‚£ading |nspiration~

    Here you are...with us...this poem is one of its kind and it's very nice...michael...stay strong...luv ya...

  • 18 years ago

    by undying blusher

    I really don't like mentioning of blood or anything...but I had to keep reading...boost that self-esteem up, you have reason to be proud of the
    artistry you have shown...and I am only on the second poem.

    "rain is the predator and I’m the pray."

    I believe you mean "prey" ^ And I think it would sound better if you wrote out "I am the prey" - just a suggestion.

    xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by broken_dreams_broken _heart

    a really dramatic poem, with an interesting idea - i like it!

  • 18 years ago

    by Michael

    Another reason I may not want to become pyschic...

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