Grey clouds billow over
Our small town,
Fast as the gossip,
That I'm sure is spreading about me.
Thunder rumbles
While rain tumbles
Down onto the shut-off house,
That I happen to be shut in,
'Storms are a metaphor for life'
My mom used to tell me.
Well:
My tears and blood are the rain
My inner scars the black-grey clouds
The thunder my silent screams for help
The lightning is sensibility slashing through my suicidal mind
The storm is a metaphor for life.
Just not the one my mother wanted me to picture.
–Grey
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Tales of a Drowning Soul
PoetryThese are poems that will be happy, sad, odd, and many other things. They might be long or they might be short. And most likely they will be free verse. Also, most of them are about feelings, thoughts, things I'm going through, etc. (Some mature...
