I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.
The water falls, but i wasn’t clean
The sounds of scorn, damaged dreams
I burn in and out, i needed cool
Humiliated and laughed at, the color of a fool
Suddenly my anxiety erupted, I sulked to a shadow
My chest sunk like a head on a soft pillow
I wanted to wash away the scorn, but there was an umbrella in the shower
I couldn’t close it, it held so much power
I cried and held my stomach in, the pain intense
Why was I even born, this made no sense
I fell to my knees in prayer, but God stayed silent
Maybe he just never understood my accent
I then thought of a rainbow, a peaceful view
As my soul disappeared like the morning dew.
© 2020 Clive Williams