May the rain fall down,
Down on my skin
And wash away my dirt
Wash away my sins
May lightning fill the air,
With an energy so strong
And I will be recharged
With the strength that lingers on
May the sound of thunder,
Be heard by many souls
And make their hearts beat faster
And make them lose control
May the smell of Summer rain,
Bring my mind some rest
And clear my worried thoughts
And heal my aching chest.
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Loe
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Poetry For The Poisoned
PoetryRandom poetry, written at random moments on random days making an odd collection of poems from an adolescent-to-grown-up struggling with depression and the meaning of life, while using poetry to cope.
