on the rainy grass/Trenton Bebermeier

my back on the rainy grass,
in the chilled grip of desolation,
of loneliness and 
faith building up inside
my heart. 

dormant, aching.

the blades are not dewy, 
not painted in such
a manner that 
the green drops 
have not yet dried.
no…
they are wet in death and 
wet in hate.

they are wounded 
by the sky, 
by the drops
from the dropper
of dripping glory!

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Trenton Bebermeier is a fourth year Music Performance and Japanese student. He is very fond of all mediums of creative expression.