The Rain Ceased

My first attempt at poetry in more than three years. This is short.Be kind, and brutal.

The Rain Ceased

It no longer rains in my chair
I seem to have rescinded my share
The gods have requested for a hiatus
and it’s all gone, the care
I curse the wisps of the sun
the accompanying scorching heat
But my words, oh dear
I need a cursing megaphone
Or a new voice, the old is tiring
I am done, because the rain no longer rains upon my head.
My scalp is dry, sahara in harmattan looks better
I need some moisture, I can’t even lap on the dew
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AFRAID

admin’s eyes
Sad brown eyes, sad brown soul
Once they were whites,
Now getting sour, losing touch
Opticians and photographers
Study and examine what is not visible
They could just use with some sleep
But you see, you in your wisdom
A dream, a longing, a deep desire
Fear, anger, hunger diverse emotions
Will you really read? What is displayed?
Because I can feel it,
The eyes betray naught,
You will learn nothing and claim you know all
Deep inside, an emotion surfaces
The one you will never notice
Deep inside, no eye will see
Nor another portray to be read
Deep inside, I am afraid
                -erykk-