Through the darkness of my cold bedroom,
I hear a thunder from the sky outside
-loud enough to crack the tough shell of void.
My feet immediately carry me
My mind has always love the noises,
-loud enough to shut down the voices.
I stand alone, waiting for the rain;
To hug me tight: the warmth of droplets
Working their magic, through my nerves
-easing some pain.
I stand there with a smile-the best feeling ever
-Completely alone and yet not lonely,
An euphoria my mind has craved since forever.
YOU ARE READING
Burning.
Poetry..For anyone who's suffering out there, fighting with your own set of demons. ( you're not alone, you know.) Dedicated to one of my closest friends, H.
