An open poem

While running in the rain

You will not hear me singing

But a million of broken chains

That tomorrow won’t be swinging

At next words you’ll throw at me

I will stand, and disagree

The world’s not your definition

There’s no need for your permission


And never mind

If I can’t rime

From time to time

I need to try

As time pass by

I’m above and beyond

Or beneath waters,

I don’t hear, don’t respond


Turn a blind eye

On these so called borders

Explore your darker corners


There will be a next train

And again

Abyssal pain

Outside, in the pouring rain

Where I know I will sustain


Written by Aina de Lapparent
Edited by Alisa Rasch


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a website or blog at

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: