At two o'clock I awaken <br />Raindrops upon the forsaken <br />A sprinkle of what was <br />A dropp of what shall never be <br /> <br />Anger grows the recedes <br />Do I really know what I need? <br />The sun rises then sets <br />Another avenue of regrets <br /> <br />I am open with all exposed <br />There is no glow <br />As all is underneath <br />There is no belief, only grief <br /> <br />I sneeze from over exposure <br />A breeze blows in <br />A tin can rolls down the hall <br />What is added to the least of all <br /> <br />A printed brochure <br />That's missing a few of it's lines <br />Time just ticks away <br />After all, it's what time does <br /> <br />At two o'clock I awaken <br />Someone forgot to put the cake in <br />No way to take a bite <br />Shall I close my eyes and run in fright <br /> <br />The sight shall never be seen <br />What is green red and gold? <br />A part of what is over sold <br />Going in where no one goes <br /> <br />The days almost over <br />Time to sleep on it <br />Then at two o'clock I will awaken <br />Raindrops upon the forsaken <br /> <br />© S.E.S<br /><br />Sara Stowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/raindrops-upon-the-forsaken/
