I Cannot Sleep (Nor Can You) Poem by Fallen Too Far

Raining is as raining does
upon my open door
it seeps upon the tinted screen
and melts upon my face
holding jackknives in, around
falling softly to the floor
quickly, quickly, sings the sky
screaming as the lightning
rushes by the roaring thunder
holding in my breathing

soaking, soaking
all but rinsing
shredding from the sky
endless waves in full extent
of laughless lullaby

it carries on in brisk command
with nothing in it's way
a steady army, white brigade
a kamakazi sigh

a force no man can master
a wall without a name
a steady driving blinding light

that's gone within the hour