Tuesday, May 14, 2013


Title: Of Rain And Work
Word Count: 111
Story Notes: Another poem written about my job. It eats away at me constantly but I can't exactly find a way that I can quit. 

It’s raining tonight
I thought I’d be asleep by now
Just a few hours ago,
My eyelids were so heavy
But sleep evades me yet again
The rain is a constant noise
The air inside is chilled
This house is never the right temperature
Always too hot or too cold
She groans from her bedroom
She loves to complain
I don’t think she really needs anything
She just wants to know that someone cares
I can sympathize
Maybe that’s why I haven’t quit
If it were warmer, I’d love to go out in the rain
It’s freeing to stand there and let it downpour around you
I could use freeing tonight

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