Face in the Rain, filled with pain, cant tell the difference between the tears that stain... Smiling for the masses giving out passes, when she really need to be whooping some asses. And holding classes. Spitting this game, when they think shes a lame. They know nothing of this real dame, not even her real name. Or that she is rather tame and holds no blame. She is on a freeway to who knows where, somewhere she dont even want to go, just because someone else told her so. She has nothing in mind, not even a dime and is wondering why she is wasting so much time. But, she has nothing to do, and it is getting her out, even though she left her baby behind, with a scream and a shout. She knows somehow it is going to work itself out. It may not be for the best, but it will give her something to do before she is laid to rest. Putting life to the test She spilled her drink, before she could blink, i t turned out worse than she could ever think. The ride home was as if she were all alone, sitting next to a bitter, jealous, stone. Now it is all gone Nothing, but distant memories All in the blink of eye Is what she sees As she thinks back On Faces in the Rain Melba E. Brown-Berk October 2013 Inspired by: Jeffrey McKinney
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 21:57:37 +0000
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