Wednesday, November 10, 2004

When It Rains...

Before the sun breaks the cover of night
I hear the steady rhythm of the rain
My head remains cloudy though try as I might
To break away from the sleep and the pain
When did it happen that I took my first bite
Of an apple that has driven me half insane
I run from my thoughts and close off my sight
Though I'm not sure what good I would gain