Looking out the window watching dark clouds form,
Knowing it won't be long until I can feel the rain.
Waiting for the moment I can enter the storm,
To release the sadness and evaporate the pain.
Walking along the flooded pathway with a shine on my face,
The gloomy atmosphere makes it feel like the sun is shining.
Headlights blinding my eyes as it all falls into place,
Droplets soaking my hair as my mind starts refining.
The sound of splashing is music to my ears,
Knowing that out here, no one can see my tears.
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Broken Souls
PoetryA collection of dark poems I have wrote in regards to various mental disorders, as well as heavy life problems including substance abuse, violence and poverty.
