The Rain

The rain
keeps me stuck
inside the flat,
thinking of
unrequited love,
thinking of
lonely death,
thinking of
scattered friends
and wallowing beside
a glass of beer and
an orange peel.
when the rain
stops falling,
I’ll be back outside
in the misty air
where I can roll on
to the bars and drink
the devil’s grape juice.

– Lennie Bezwik


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About bezwik

Lennie Bezwik is an English poet and lyricist who lives in Spain. Before getting into poetry, Bezwik was part of the London based UK Hip Hop scene, writing songs, producing tracks and performing live rap. Over the last few years, Bezwik has done a lot of travelling, drinking and writing. Nowadays, he sneaks off to dingy little Spanish bars at night and writes poems in his notebook. His biggest inspirations are homelessness, unemployment, booze, love and being dreamy.

3 responses to “The Rain”

  1. glasmundo says :

    Really beautiful poem and photo! Giovanni

  2. slpmartin says :

    Winter rain so restricts our movements but engenders many thoughts of life.

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