Something big is coming, It's not just going to rain. But a storm is coming and it's coming fast. In the fifteen years, we have lived here. Everything always comes to the worst. The bad lives with us, And there's no escape.
We don't have enough money but have enough to go on the days. But looking out and seeing what was there and what's now. So many things have changed for us. We're covered by the darkness that lives with us, and it feels like there is no way out; there's little light we tried, Trying to go through, To live the life we always wanted to live.
Some may think life is all about money. but mostly life, it's about what you do and what you have. But yes money may help you buy things you want and things you may need. And really what you need is surrounding you now. The people, The life you living now are more important than money.
When I'm in my room, By the window. Watching the night pass time, Watching the cars go by. Seeing and feeling every emotion that hides in the winds. The deepest and darkest fears that hide in the night. Watching the skies as the shadows are flying by.
The tapping of the raindrops fills the emptiness of the night. But when the rain starts to pour once more. Releasing the sky tears, To fall upon the ones that need the rain. Freeing the negative energy away. Calming the world's words. Calming the ones that fall asleep tonight.
Wishing the night could last a little longer. Wto cast the fears away. But the unknown is always knocking, What is the unknown? And how can you slow it down from catching up so fast?
There's a fear we all can't escape, We all fear that we can't prove to ourselves that we're strong enough to succeed in our passions. You wish you have by now, Or have done but want more challenges you want to pass. Without fear, you may fail. Without everyone seeing you fail. Seeing you have failed.
Taking their pain away when near, Making it to your own. it Backfires on you, slowly killing you inside piece by piece. creating scenarios in your mind.
Wanting to escape that feeling constantly running in your mind. Wanting to take other people's pain to make them better about themselves. So when they say if they can get over the pain, so can we. But do they know by taking their pain, hurt us worse than it was for them?
The other side of the truth. comes the rage of fears. Running back to you. the memories flowing back to you. remembering those moments, seeing who we were and who we are now. A lot has changed.
How do they know who we are, when we don't know who we are ourselves? Cause we change from how we were and who we are today. things change if you like it or not.
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the unknown is knocking
PoetryAsk yourself whats the unknown that is knocking? ~For me the unknown can be anything, anyone, And everything at once. When you read this story, It may be confusing at first but everything will come together at the end.~ The question still remains...
