they rise like storms
with rain feet
trampling my heart-
they drown me-
I gasp, breathless-
they won’t leave
till I’m a soggy soul-
floral ones that once bloomed-
only once for a while
to light up my life-
I’ve kept them-
hidden-
pressed in between pages
of my dream.
Posted for my Midweek Motif ~ Memories @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 