RAIN

This morning there should have been sunrise.
Instead there was darkness
With flashes of light
So bright,
It hurt my eyes,
And so dark
It hurt my soul.
But then black dimmed into grey.
The sky today
Suits my mood.
The rain on the window trickles down my spine
As I lie here and wonder
When sunrise will come.

Tamyka Bell
18-19 August, 2004


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