poetry time #1

the land thats called my brain

there are dark clouds in the land thats called my brain

like on a muggy summer day

I´m waiting for the rain

he shall come and wash my lump away

that lump i call my problems

but the clouds just keep being there

don´t show any interest in dropping their burden

now the lump just keeps sitting here

waiting for the rain to fall on him

in the land thats called my brain

//aria
 written on 19.08.2017