Why does the soul cry out
As the clouds roll in
Darkening the sky
In a veil of solemn gray?
As everything surrounding one's consciousness
Is subjected to the flooding of senses
Following the first droplets/
How does a soft, gentle mist
Provoke such an ominous, foreboding sensation
That eats away at one's mind
And only proceeds to intensify such a feeling
As it falls harder to the ground?
With each falling drop
Heaving like iron
Hitting one's surroundings
Harder than the last.
Lightning flashing
And expanding
Through one's eyes
Like a continuously flickering light
Thunder crashing
Reverberating through one's whole body
As the ground beneath one's feet trembles
unstable.
Rain falling onto one's cold skin
Drenching the earth
Soaking one's garments
Bitterly cold
Like a blade of piercing ice
Tearing away at one's flesh as it hits
How does one evade such a storm
If one is stranded in the middle of nothing
In nowhere
With no means of escape
No shining beacon of hope
Every last shred of it
Hidden away, lost to the cold iron rain
Why does the sky bring on such a heavy feeling
of emptiness and despair?
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PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
