Another rainy day, as my tears roll away
trickling into puddles, like a pool of blood

Just as my aching liver, filters the gin
i secretly think, your thinking of him

Constipation in my Kidneys
Constipation in my heart

Releeease......SHhhhhhhhhh

How i yearn for dry season, to dry up my pain
cant hold out much longer, with my bag of hammers

oh how i yearn for dry season, for ill go insane...



By...Scrummage

Deep poem Scrummage, like the part about the constipated kidneys.....keep it up

Very well placed, "Im with on the going insane part, lol

This poem caught my eye due to the fact that Ive actually been waiting for rain.

I like the way your emotion explains the pain of ones temple.

That poem is pretty hard to match, very intense........lol

Lord-

Very soulful. I wish you well.



Brilliant; yet devistating at the same time... I feel your pain here.

Much love, Jody♥

A powerful, direct raw poem Lord scrummage!

You took us on a dark journey of inner private turmoil...



The reader was draw in... we searched, we needed somekind of hope...a platitude of salvation where we might at least rest a while!



Finally, you gave us that hope..and we all shared in the joy of your release ....shhhhaaaggghhh!
I think we've all been there...

art critic Billy of the Hill