Karen Touzalin

Rookie - 13 Points (Kingston, Jamaica)

It Rained Every Afternoon - Poem by Karen Touzalin

It rained every day
after you left
a natural mourning ensued
accompanied by stillness
the eerie quiet that often precedes
a natural disaster.

Things that once brought me joy
wash away each afternoon
Rivulets of pain wash my senses
a canopy of clouds
hover like a conspirators plotting my misery

Eagerly I give myself over to sadness
Finding empathy in the rainy afternoon

It seem both the days and I have cause to grieve
at the loss of a loved one.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 17, 2010

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