"Thunders , my screams.
The rain ,
fell from my cheeks.
And as I stood,
In December darkness.
The only light,
came from my nightmares.
The sky,
my eyes,
crying."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 50th (the sky cried)
"Thunders , my screams.
The rain ,
fell from my cheeks.
And as I stood,
In December darkness.
The only light,
came from my nightmares.
The sky,
my eyes,
crying."
