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twenty-nine: storm brews
the rain is pouring,
and i hear it on the metal roof.
i can't help but smile,
because it reminds me of home.
i am the happiest when i am alone,
but after a while, the sadness tugs along.
there's conflict inside my head,
and winning has always seemed so hard.
the storms brewing outside,
almost as scary as the one that's inside.
the light has got out from the lightning storms,
demons that lurked underneath my bed reform.
people want to understand,
but you can't withstand the pain that i feel.
so i sit in the rain as the thunder rumbles,
living my life while the storm still brews.
the end.
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Poetry― [poetry] ― ― de·sire \ di-ˈzī(-ə)r, dē- \ to long or hope for ━━━ ❝under the drops she tries, to hide her tears she cries, hoping the pouring rain, will wash away her endless pain.❞ ― a collection of dark poems. lowercase intended. ― book II o...
