Pitter-Patter

March 19, 2013

Stomping around in bratty swirls

She callously whips the wind around

Staring into my weary red eyes

As I search the once-azure sky

For the answers I already know

The nails from above were pounding me down

In the pitter-patter of relentless night

The onyx dark bled into shattered diamond dawn

But as the shards rained down harder

I knew that I had won

Because might becomes a weakness