Rain


As rain comes down washing over me
I look to a split in the road one that has been worn
and I already know where it leads to a fire that crackles
and a woman's hand out stretched with a blanket
ready to hold me in her arms
a man sitting with a coffee mug in hand
a little boy on the floor playing with a toy car
a familiar warm feeling that keeps me drowning in dark water
to the other path that lays in wait
for no foot steps on it, doesn't even look like it's there
a feeling of anxiety and uneasiness that makes a fuse light
the dormant darkness that I have been feeling for so long
two paths and I run as rain comes down washing over me
I look to a split in the road.

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