Sunday, March 25, 2012

Precipitate

I seem so unevolved
like I've regressed as time revolved
it's such a static feeling this
a constant tick away from bliss

and every passing hails
another stab that bluntly fails
despite devout determined dreams
my passion never quite prevails--

redemption's like the rain
another chance to find relief
from droughts that dwindle ones belief
and realize no hope's in vain.

2 comments:

Jack said...

You have a skill for end-rhyming that others should note!

I am glad to have found your site.

rch said...

Thanks a lot Jack, I'm glad too 8^D