Rain. Of Pain. Mourning. Poem by Unknown Enigma

Rain. Of Pain. Mourning.

Rain trickles down, a pane.
Barely making sound.
Stood before it with keen ears.
This moment felt like it lasted years.
Moths gathered below a porch light.
Nestling in the shelter, for the night.
Upon red brick walls.
Until morning dawn bread the night.

Thursday, February 8, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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Just a poem from my personal collection of my own writings.
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