Friday, June 3, 2011

A Proper Storm





A dirty white wall of clouds
fell like a gate on a kingdom.
It struck so hard there
was a spark that lit up the sky
like turning a light on.
Before my eyes blinked there was
a crash and boom.
It seemed like a metaphor for my day.
Which was a sudden down pour of challenges, walls of opposition,
and feeling soaked in inadequacy.
My money wasn't long enough
to cover me.
The royals seem to have no love for me,
and their horses sleep in better spaces
than the room I locked my keys in.




Wash Away (reprise)