I heard the drops
Knocking at the glass plane
Above my bed,
They are begging for
Attention,
Screaming out to me -
pleading -
That I show pity on them.
They are persistent
And married to their
Hope of one day breaking in -
Into my home.
I do not fear their intrusion,
I fear their character.
What ever have I done to deserve
the attention
Of such noble creations?
Their will is admirable,
Evident in every
thump-thump.
At night I stare indifferently
As armies come and fall.
Their strength commendable
But still no match
For my ironclad fortress.
I pray silently each night
In memory of the slain.
~eshasmoky
Author Bio:
Esha Radhaykissoon is a seventeen-year-old girl who grew up in the Caribbean. She enjoys crafting stories and poems based on her perception of life and the emotions she associates with the world. She does not consider herself her a writer, merely a spinner of words. To her writing is and always will be therapeutic.
Knocking at the glass plane
Above my bed,
They are begging for
Attention,
Screaming out to me -
pleading -
That I show pity on them.
They are persistent
And married to their
Hope of one day breaking in -
Into my home.
I do not fear their intrusion,
I fear their character.
What ever have I done to deserve
the attention
Of such noble creations?
Their will is admirable,
Evident in every
thump-thump.
At night I stare indifferently
As armies come and fall.
Their strength commendable
But still no match
For my ironclad fortress.
I pray silently each night
In memory of the slain.
~eshasmoky
Author Bio:
Esha Radhaykissoon is a seventeen-year-old girl who grew up in the Caribbean. She enjoys crafting stories and poems based on her perception of life and the emotions she associates with the world. She does not consider herself her a writer, merely a spinner of words. To her writing is and always will be therapeutic.
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