In my palm I held the world. <br />With everything it offered, <br />for what its worth, <br />my hand clenched tight. <br />Holding on to our dream, <br />white knuckled. <br />Pretending to care what happened, <br />but desperate to let go, <br />to sink below the dark watery surface. <br /> <br />An echo of an old lullaby, <br />forever rings in my head. <br />Whispering a rhyme with no words. <br />Familiar tones from mother’s chime, <br />which was out of order long ago. <br />Deafening from its twang, <br />calling my name repeatedly from afar. <br />Haunting my thoughts of you, <br />and the past life we shared. <br /> <br />Today it is raining blood. <br />Making the whole world anemic, <br />pale to the eye, cold to the touch. <br />With nothing to wipe up the pool, <br />left behind to slowly congeal. <br />Sapped of all vitality, <br />watching how little by little it withers. <br />With a maudlin hope I pray aloud, <br />that you will reappear someday. <br /> <br />In my palm I held the world. <br />Now I have nothing.<br /><br />Gary Scott Gebert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/raining-blood-2/
