Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely

The Rain Doth Comfort Me


By Maria O  November 25, 1999

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Tho I remember the sweetest touch of them all

I pray the voice of the rain doth not stop today

For this morning is of silent voices flying through

My mind’s atmosphere like the breath of a child

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‘tis the gasp of my mother & child…of those

Who have fallen, yet my stride takes heed

With the ear of a fawn listening for a twig’s

Aide memoire of fear & a secluded thicket

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If only this sun would not come through the veil

Of soft grays to burn & wither the innocent souls

In my valley today…for now I am quiet & pensive

Within these strange walls that bleed oblivion

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