The Poems Behind The Poets; (XV1)

(Paperweight)
Here's an ode to the rain
For sunlight never dries the dew,
So the tide shall decide
Where the red rust is drew.

It's a good evening in a sad city
I'm a tired paper boat afloat,
And I'm wavering for my survival
Beneath these tangerine skies remote.

I am still a work in progress
So I need the poet and the engineer,
For my writer's block is homesick
And my broken tears a smear.

I am bare, so only atoms can
Show me where my future grows,
For I've cried and bleed all over
From all my forget me not echoes.

I am not the wise sailor
Not one bit of me can swim,
So even thirty pounds of glitter
Couldn't save me from the skim.

For there is no calm before the storm
So I never saw the crying light,
And nature's mechanical motion
Will soon bring forth the night.

I'm just a used piece of paper
Treading rough waters all alone,
And my energy is restricted
So my lifespan is unknown.