Some times, when the clouds are dark
Breeze blows sharp; like teeth of shark
Men in planetarium dreams
But I am rooted like the trees.
Ball and sockets draw a line
Rolling up as they recline
Rebooting brains with a rest
But I have this heavy chest…
Weird; but I count the raindrops
As it lands on my rooftop
Slipping down to flood the streets
As thunder stricks in a bit
Coming from rising growling snarls
Engaging the echoes of snores
But I awoke deep within
By thoughts of the unspoken
Words inside my fickle heart
Troubling my rest at night
Reminding me of all I did,
Things I couldn’t do in deed.