Rain of Oppression
As the rain persists with its mockery
and angels’ tears run down my window,
I gaze at the darkling sky that
portrays my demeanour,
finding I am replaying scenes
when my wits could have been sharper,
my edge just a little keener,
mistaking infatuation with love and
compounding the error
with a teenage obsession
as reflections pour forth
amid a rain of oppression
In a world where nostalgia
defies all resistance
back we will go
in one unguarded instance
And so I remembered today
the young beauty who duped me
and bore me away on a pheromone cloud
as I attempted to shed my virginal shroud
but, of course,
it was not so much me as my friend
that she was striving
so hard to see in the end…
I stare at the rain
and heave a hearty ‘Oh well’
amazing how
in an unguarded moment,
memories resurface
and upon them we dwell
So absurd that now
almost fifty years later
duplicity’s spectre finds me alone
and the pain of rejection so long forgotten
has returned with the weather
and followed me home
Excellent piece Kevin - - it reads like a poem should - rhythm and flow is spot on, content is wistfully sad and the conclusion gives just the right stab at the heart, - - - - - - bookmarked to be read again.
and the pain of rejection so long forgotten has returned with the weather and followed me home................... great realization e..poetic approch towards experiences
Pathetic fallacy at its very best...this poem has it all; literary device, rhyme, rhythm and a sentiment to touch the heart. A privilege to read. :)