The Question

Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future--Oscar Wilde.

The tears roll down my window pane

and land upon the grass,

Dark clouds building inside my

heart I surely hope will pass.

 

Perhaps the clap of thunder I hear

pounding mercilessly in my head,

Will bring me thoughts to wonder,

Am I alive or really dead?

Author's Note

Reviews

[Chris]

Been here a fair while...

[An owl on the moon]

There is a darkness that hovers over the heart... wishing and wondering... reaching for that elusive piece... Every line is so full of emotion.

[The Analog Kid]

Love Shinedown (one of the few groups putting out rock). This is the balance of our highs and lows, our virtues and sins, our life or death. Nice short and tight write.