Death

the rain comes in sheets

like knives bouncing of the parched earth

pooling ito muddy puddles,....

soaking into the ground

The strength of hundreds pounding on rock

it shakes the very soul within me,

pulling my soul like the wind pulls at the leaves in the fall

but steadfast is the stem that holds me to the earth to feel the misery...

chain keeping me no,

chains pinning me to the sof soil

yes

chains, I tell you. chains

thought I was free,

a free man....

but no

these iron chains hold me to this earth, as the rain pours down my brow

And yet the rain brings life

the warm earth brings green plants

though their life is short they enjoy every second of it

now as the rain stops I feel strange

like im leaning of a cliff...

something snaps

and i look down and see my body

covered in mud

and i reach out trying to touch myself...

but a light breeze sweeps me away

/////////////////////////

up into the air

to be forgotten among the clouds