1:01PM (Saturday, Oct 14 2017)
Black Umbrella
Heavy Rain,
Slow walk,
Floating Brain.
I wish I had known,
That you're not the same,
So I wouldn't be blown,
And hurt by your black flames.
In the middle of the rain,
Slow walk,
Bursting pain,
Whom to talk?
The air is cold,
Like my life and world,
It blows from right,
Taking my hideous fright.
My feet won't stop,
And I can't rhyme,
So please do me a favor,
Are you there?
Save me.
YOU ARE READING
The Darkness That Conquers Me
PoetrySome people may not understand the content and some may relate. I want people to know that this is common and might eat you alive. They say when you know you're being a victim, seek help. But it's not everytime that people will help people.
