Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Can you hear those paindrops
They're pounding against the ground
One by one they fall together
Each with distinctive sounds
When the rain subsides and the clouds are gone
The air is so fresh and clean
It seems to carry all the madness away
Like a strange, wonderful dream
Wouldn't it be wonderful
If it were only true
That a magical breeze could carry
All your migraines away for you
The story never changes
And the song remains the same
Still you struggle with your reality
And try to place the blame
But at the end of the day you're all alone
And you have to face the sounds
Of the paindrops coming down again
Each time you turn around
Tabatha Lane
04/15/08
Great poem and what a great desription of what so many of us live with. Thanks for sharing.
Sherry