It’s a beautiful misery
That splashes my window pane
Such a beautiful misery
Life’s memories can contain.

Like my memory, inside I’m trapped
Afraid of exposure, of getting splashed
If I let it out, might not get back
Afraid of closure, so it stays trapped.

Through rain drops, I view the street
Through rain drops, moving feet
They move, while I lose sleep
Replaying memories, I choose to keep.

© Daniel Breslin