A Drizzle

 A Drizzle
  
 Cascades of rain
 Bath myself in pain
 
 Dirt buried long ago
 In graves deep below
 
 Pains of days long gone
 All night until dawn
 
 Fools go by days
 Out of sun’s rays
 
 While in this cascade
 I am always in shade
 
 And while in this shade
 I am but a cascade
 
 Days fizzle
 While the skies drizzle
 
 12/14/20 – Andy McRae

Its been a little while since my last post. Sorry about that. Life.

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Andy McRae

I have been writing poetry for the last 13 years. It all started as an assignment for a creative writing course. I never thought I would like writing, as I am dyslexic and language was always a struggle for me, but I fell in love with the art form in that class.

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