2005-08-05 - 3:11 a.m.
Drowning my face
In the peaceful rain
Falling from the faucet
And into the drain
I’ll always remember
When the water ran red
But those were bad times
At least that’s what they said
But those bad times
Made good rhymes
And those short lines
Will always remind
Of what really happened..
In every poem
Hides a different fight
Expressed in anger,
Sadness, or fright
In those poems
Are all my gains
All my losses
And all my pain
