So many sad poets
with melancholy eyes
savaging at their sanity
Life is brevity,
chemistry,
my sensitivity.
incredibly
lacks pleasantries.
When brains strain
against levity
it is time to
press the anti-depressants.
Broken leg,
ruptured spleen,
brain in pain,
medicine for all.
Equal opportunity
of healing for spleen,
leg or brain.
Poets, find joy
in the rain.
Shawn L. Bird 
Really nice. The ending in my opinion is one of the best parts
Thank you.
As poets, we can– we want to– pen down our thoughts, even– maybe especially–when we are sad. Nice poem, Shawn.
Sometimes the sad thoughts are easier to deal with when they’ve been removed from the head and set on paper.
I agree, love it.
I’m glad.
savaging at their sanity… loved that. Beautifully written x
Thanks.
A poignant piece, really. I have been thinking about this actually – my poetry is very dark. I cannot seem to find the words to express the light. I try and then stall. And i love the rain;)
Sometimes the poetry is dark so the life can be sunny. I write ridiculously dark short stories. My husband is always freaked out by them. lol
Really nice and simple.
Poetry is therapy for the tortured genius soul.
This hit a little close to home… Good job. ; )
This.
❤
Great words, even better sentiment. just waiting for some rain now… xx
crazy
I really love this!!!
I’m glad.
You inspired me!
http://graceroseconnaughton.wordpress.com/2013/10/09/dancing-in-the-rain-for-shawn/
Awesome
Thanks.