11-14-2025, 09:58 AM
Frozen in the rain.
Finger to my lips,
I’m inside my brain.
As the water drips
Off my flesh of stone
An idea grips.
From my mind alone
Words forming like sleet
Each stanza a bone.
Skeleton and meat
Turned into refrain
A macabre feat.
My thoughts block the drain
Pale statue am I,
Frozen in the rain.
Finger to my lips,
I’m inside my brain.
As the water drips
Off my flesh of stone
An idea grips.
From my mind alone
Words forming like sleet
Each stanza a bone.
Skeleton and meat
Turned into refrain
A macabre feat.
My thoughts block the drain
Pale statue am I,
Frozen in the rain.
Beget, begone!
Begotten, I become.
Begotten, I become.