2am eternal

The rain.

It's unrelenting, interminable and making quite a racket against my window. I mentioned this on Twitter and a friend of mine responded with a line from "I can't stand the rain".

It wasn't bringing back sweet memories, but it did at least inspire 140 characters of tea induced poetry. I love writing poems, I don't care that they aren't any good, they are just a chance to endow feelings with form. However contrived. I've not written much recently as the muse eludes my gaze.

I hope it returns.

Alone
With my thoughts
Drifting
Repined
Of memories
Moments
From interminable
Time
Deep hidden
Glimpses
Of what
Once was me
Lost
Now
In tea