Low Cloud
Sleep hangs above me like low flossy cloud,
Cloud that will not let the rain be allowed,
I want to lie down, let the fog wrap me up,
‘Cos I’m tired of drinking from this empty cup,
Come down cloud and blanket me now,
Let me fall to the ground and forget about how,
I’ve been walking for years and my feet are so raw,
My eyes filled with tears from the things that I saw,
My heart is still there, but it beats far too slow,
To give any peace to my fingers and toes,
They twitch with fatigue from walking this road,
And itch with the need to let it all go,
So I’m throwing them up and inviting you down,
I’m begging for floods and I’m dying to drown,
In your rivers of rest and be carried away,
To be reborn again in a land far away,
But the rain will not pour, it just spits on my head,
And reminds me that I have to make my own bed,
Maybe I’ll lie on this cold gravel street,
And wait for the dogs that are starving for meat.
Or maybe I’ll sleep in this gutter tonight,
And hope for the rain with my eyes shut so tight.
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