I watch the rain and all it
gave me–wondering why
my mind marches into desolation, and why the
cat of misery scratches into this realm, giving
aids to my melancholy.

No one understands this trouble,
regrets flood like rain in a gutter.


Thursday Poetry Prompt #17: Messages

The challenge was to write a poem using Kurt Frazier‘s “introvertical” form (Here’s an example.)