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the rain

The rain locks me in.

It is my metal bars and my comfort.

Does it protect me from myself

  or hold me in spitefully?

Either way, it talks gently to me while I'm here.

And I would miss it if it left.

In a room of sleeping bodies,

  the rain is my only friend.

Reader Comments (1)

i like the bit at the end about sleeping bodies. Very strong image.
August 27, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterbells

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