#edna st vincent millay

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain 

Beats upon my heart. 

People twist and scream in pain, — 

Dawn will find them still again; 

This has neither wax nor wane, 

Neither stop nor start.

People dress and go to town; 

I sit in my chair. 

All my thoughts are slow and brown: 

Standing up or sitting down 

Little matters, or what gown 

Or what shoes I wear.

imissthembutitwasntadisaster:

Alright tell me in the tags, what’s Your Poem? That poem you heard once and it has dwelt within you ever since?