Sitting in the Rain Again
By: MJD Deetzy
I can’t even write “The End,”
too weak to touch the paper with the pen.
Too frail to say “begone.”
No choice but to be nothing more than a pawn.
Way too scared to tell the voices to stop,
all that surrounds me is the sounds of drip-drop.
Here I am, hiding in the rain again,
sitting here ‘till the rain stops, “The End.”