Dear You
Dear You
The room is sound now.....but the doors are so loud
The windows spit so much
And yet he looks beyond the rusted sills
Why? He just does.....
They say thunders are uncalled for and it's true....
But the thunder never left the Room
He's kept a letter under the sheets and the sheets are SO wet
And though the room so full now, the water never OverBows.....the water never crosses the line.
The Room is so full now
It's too much of the spitter-spatter out there and yet it's so silent.
The sheets are wet, yet none kinda cares
The room is full of water and there's someone drowning
I can't see the face, and I fathom in thoughts
By now the person; he's drowned....maybe fully....