My eyes are pierced by a golden ray,
I much prefer the sky dull and grey.
The sunny weather doesn't fit my mood,
I squint my eyes as more sun rays intrude.
The light allows people to see my features,
For I am just a monster amongst these creatures.
I hastily turn to avoid a crowd,
The light suddenly being drowned by a cloud.
I hear a faint pitter-patter as it starts to rain,
But then the sun appears again.
It's blinding light hurting my eyes,
I long for darkness and dull grey skies.
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100 random rhyming poems
Poetry100 random rhyming poems is an ongoing book that I started writing as a teenager really struggling with their mental health, and have continued on with through to being an adult. The tones and themes of each poem varies massively, which reflects how...
