• summer storm

    by  • July 25, 2014 • depression, grief, poetry • 3 Comments

    I can see them
    coming over the tops
    of the trees
    the lights at the
    old ball park
    the roof tops of
    the old warehouses
    the clouds pile up
    some white as anger
    behind them a grey wall
    as deep as darkness

    here comes the rain again
    falling on my head like a memory

    what I can’t see
    is when the storm
    will be over
    if I am living through
    a flash flood of
    feelings and grief
    or if the darkness
    is settling in to stay
    all I can do is keep
    looking past the ball park
    for any sign of light



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    3 Responses to summer storm

    1. Mary Anna Hovey
      July 25, 2014 at 10:45 am

      Thanks, Milton! Love annie lennox. Love your writing too. The light does come back!

    2. July 25, 2014 at 4:17 pm


    3. Judith Woelke
      July 25, 2014 at 5:34 pm

      this has often been me, wondering if the light would come back or if I would stay in the deep darkness. The light has always come back. Thank God

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