Just watch as they paint us
In charcoal and jet.
The rain will not save us
From yesterday’s regrets.
And they will not stay here
As the fields overfloat,
As we drown in the dark fear
With water in our throats.
But let them look away,
Let them say we deserve this.
Today is the day
When we break the surface.
Sometimes pressure is a gun,
Unloaded yet dismal.
Just watch them all run
Away from the drizzle.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 