Sad Poem

The rain falls in a hush
like a ‘shush’
all around
with an occasional sound
of tink-tink, tonk-tonk
plink-plink, plonk-plonk.
Screaming bats fly
in the dripping sky
dodging rain like bullets.

The ghosts in my kitchen
open and close drawers
restlessly searching
for ghostly umbrellas.
These empty poems
pitter-patter pointlessly

always at a loss for words.

Originally written: August 2011

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