It rained three times today.
Once outside my window,
where I kept watch like a dog on guard
waiting for a 'nothing' that was so large,
it swallowed me whole.
Whatever's left of me, anyways.
I've been so empty yet so angry at the same time
and some days it feels like it is tearing my very skull open
and reaching inside just to mess with my thoughts.
The second time it rained
was in my memories.
My memories of a place so fond
and so strongly-smelling of jasmine.
I turned my head away, ashamed and disheartened.
A childhood playground turned into a warzone of greed and petty!
Yet Nature, with its all-encompassing and awe-inducing
calm,
just rained.
Not blindly
but willingly strong enough
to turn its head away from the
headless and heartless bodies
that now walk the treasured lands.
A sorrowful sight indeed.
The rain kept on falling.
Drenching flowers and man alike.
The third time it rained was much more vivid.
My cheeks, dry from the countless
- almost obsessive -
washing and scrubbing
welcomed it.
But I did not.
Yet the tears
- the raindrops -
kept falling.
The salty,
liquid,
invasive,
filthy
drops
drowning me.
And, oh, did I drown.
I've reached a point where oxygen is unnecessary for further survival.
Where
survival itself
is unnecessary
for further survival.
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Written In Verse
Poetry🍪💛Honey and Coco💛🍪: we are doing this thing where we each write a poem and send it to eachother every day.This will help us keep in contact with each other, share our opinions, and gain writing skills :) We decided to document them in this "stor...
