Our Rainy Day Poem by Phil de Lange

I planted a seed of false belief
to watch it grow;
(the slightest sting)
under six feet of libel smiles

I watered my fear;
(an undead life)
with splashed rumors on a thirsty bed
of demonic intent

I slept under the ash of night,
haunted by dreams of a
-Rainy Day-
and on that day
White skies quenched my
-Superstition-
with bloody drops of scarlet

Out the soils of my mind;
(like a great silver oak)
shot a crimson knife
shedding leaves of cruel desires...

And thus I woke;
(cured from blindness - diseased with laughter)
basking in the ambiance of truth.