Pitter Patter

May 8, 2010
Pitter patter goes the rain
dancing on the glass pane.
Must I always let lie
sleeping dogs in the rye?
My thoughts will not refrain.

Am I completely sane,
or crazy as a crane?
I still stare, by and by.
Pitter patter goes the rain.

The answer is quite plain.
I must begin to train
my mind to say goodbye
to things far past and nigh.
As I lie on the plain,
pitter patter goes the rain.

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EdenDreams This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 1, 2011 at 4:09 pm
very mysterious! it almost seems like the poem is about insanity... this is such a unique and cool poem.
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