It Rains (poem) by Axilea MU on AuthorsDen

It Rains
by Axilea MU → (All Poetry by Axilea MU)
Monday, January 7, 2019 Rated "G" by the Author.

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It rains In the country of rats Well-adapted to the defeated skies And stone dyes are dripping down Where lungs are drowned in dirty water. No black and white, Just daily struggle hidden in gray rotting thoughts and bones Medieval fears in their eyes and empty words Fill the space with the void of angst: There are those who come here Their hopes momentarily boxed To fill their pockets And run away, ensconced And those who err in endless drab Where lights are dim and chances slim. While everywhere It rains A wet spiderweb that froze your will and muscle Over a city that is like a sentence From some nameless court that’s playing dice And on the stage of fate They’re glad to see The victims of such cruel games Exposed, pathologised and blamed To keep those rats from stopping (for a while) To contemplate emancipation and revolt. But as a leitmotiv, as some insistent soundtrack That leaves no time For a deeper, lifesaving breath… It rains

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on February 4, 2019

Powerful poem!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Mystic Rose

Reviewed on January 17, 2019

Your words are powerful and riveting. Thank you for sharing your talent today, have a blessed day, May the sun come out after the rain. Always

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on January 8, 2019

A good description of a city like London during medieval times. I love the way that each phrase leads into another one in a string of phrases gray and desperate where only the rats find it like home.

Ron

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on January 7, 2019

I see America (as she is presently) in your thoughts here. There are so many spirits vying for dominance now in this country. One man says: watching Trump drive the snowflakes insane is priceless; like putting a halogen light on a basement of scurrying rats. Another man says: ordinary hypocrites pretend to be doves; political hypocrites pretend to be Eagles. But don't be disconcerted with their aquiline appearance. They are not Eagles, but rats or dogs. At least a good rain washes the natural things clean for a while and encourages new growth. Good imagery and challenging. Enjoyed. HNY. r

Reviewed by Sherry Asbury

This is excellent. I wish I was more knowledgeable about the situation, but the words fall on the ear like the rain you speak about. When finished reading, the reader knows they have been blessed with a write of depth and substance.

Reviewed by E Phillips

Ratville is not a pleasant place in which to spend
a lot of time, but it, too, has its issues that need
to be exposed to the light of day. Nobody does it better.