Literature
free verse
Canto I
The scream of the comet dazzles my soul
As the ice cream melts and the children cry
And only chaos remains, I fixate myself on him
The joy trickles, trickles, trickles down into the cracks and crevasses of my soul
Canto II
There is a man who sees what I am
Who doesn't dash away in a comical quickness
He looks upon my face with pure sincerity and wonderment
Soaked to the bone, from rain and thunder storms
I leave rain prints on the carpet as I trudge through the door, but he doesn't mind
My skin crawls with the change my heart is taking
As the drops of dew turn into diamonds tapping on the glass
Waiting to be let in as it