January, the sweet apple

Has fallen on my shoulder

Zeus, give me some rain

Or strike me down with thunder

I can feel the preposterous gaze and menacing glare

Give me a way to hold me 

Amidst the arrow pierced

Time is truly unruly

 How do I reciprocate your never-ending kindness?

Twice the times I take, I give heartache

I take and take and take the space, is this all a vain effort

The haunting hidden chambers collapse brewing bitter envy

I can search for a place in the lines unknowing the life I have lived

Grievances for the flame that swallowed water

 Short-lived swans cry for the song that will linger

If cold waters bring me no harm, have I grown accustomed?

This may fuel my rush for the impending 

All my words are blurred, how deeply upsetting

I could perhaps dream

A mere melody to mediate my madness

Maybe rain will wash it all away

And I won’t stain.