IT... Here it goes, Poems galore this week.

"IT"

Concealed in the shadows
A dim light floating all around
Rain pounding down on a newly formed puddle
That's where it begins

Then it flows
And it comes like a dog to its master
While jumping wildly from idea to realism
That's when truth is formed

Often more than you want spills across the canvas
But when you try to redraw
It becomes clear it was meant to be
And a part of you is sprinkled all around

Often too much pain goes in
But the longing for more gets in the way
In the brilliant light of a new dawn
Here, on the hill that is my thrown
It ends...