The drops fall constantly
but the day grows gloomier as the drops fall slowly.
A fist full of days...
then will it be over?
Will this darkness, gloom, anger
bitterness, apathy, regret close as the year does?
It was said in John: “Let he who is without sin be the first one to cast the stone.”
Did a blameless cast the fist stone?
Peace, my friends. I'm no judge.
I merely relay what I have witnessed.
"Do not begrudge a sou(like peso in old french)
Its not what we Christians must do."
The pitter patter does not cease.
It falls constantly outside the window.
The drops are random
But there is a pattern.
Can you see it?
Mayhaps you need only hear it.
The sound of raindrops...
a free form poem of some sort
dedicated to the bitterness around me.