Stain Of The Rain

A ton of the sun has spun
and the moon does same.
The water dieing diseased
on my head is the rain.

Souls cry in the night flee
war that finds their homes.
A world full of the insane
Kings soil their own thrones.

Taste the rain it is blood
of the earth that dies daily.
How many times do you cry;
visit loved ones maybe?

The Kraken of the deep
tears what is a world black.
But saved we are upon the
center of a humble back.

Feel the rain stain all
but in the black is a light
that somehow in the black
fills those with hope to fight.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Secret Bree says:

    “The water dieing diseased
    on my head is the rain” seriously J-Bird… Great poetry ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

    Liked by 1 person

    1. J.Michael says:

      Thank you very much my friend. ๐Ÿ˜

      Liked by 1 person

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