Rain falling
Spilling
Like the ink of a pen
That needs refilling
Covers everything
That needs to be said
But the words have run dry
The conversation is dead
The elephant
Fills the entire room
Doesn’t leave enough air
Only impending doom
Strangles those wanting
To let words out
But the big, hulking spider
Went up the waterspout
Nothing with meaning
is left for anyone to say
Only hot air coming in
And the debt no one wants to pay
Hatred coats tongues
Along with fire and despair
The debate seems to have ended
Has no hope of going anywhere
Let the people talk
Let the words flow
If you start with one sound
You might reap what you sow
Alex Hite
My name is Alex. I write on a blog called Writing With Rhythm, at https://acriticinthecrowd.wordpress.com/ . Your blog was brought to my attention when you all favorited a few of my poems. It would be an honor to be featured on your blog with some of my poetry. I would love to get feedback and more views, and your blog seems like the perfect place to do it. I am going to share one of my favorite poems of mine
Thank you for the opportunity to possibly get read on your blog. I can’t wait to see what happens next.
