Blood And Beverage

𝙏𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝘾𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

What will you do if the thunder that roars in the sky
falls down on you, and flows through your vein?
Through each and every vein where you hide your pain.
And your blood, unable to protest;
let that thunder circulate.
The thunders, they take control of your fate
and continue their long flow forever.
And no one can staunch them, no- never!
Who will dare to stop the flow of thunder?
It's quite better this time to surrender.

But you won't.
You'll stop your beat
to get rid of it.
You'll stop your breath,
unleash your wraith.
You'll embrace death
just like a latent myth.
But the thunder will continue through their path;
desperately snatching away your joy and mirth.

Then, one day, you'll discover that you've changed.
Your feelings and thoughts queerly arranged.
You'll realize that you're not you;
you'll find a being whole new.
Then, that day, you'll realize that you could stop the thunder;
if only you did surrender.
If only you could see the deeper reality, if only you were patient.
If only you were confident.
You're now a puppet.
And it's your fault.

Now, today, seeing your consequence,
do you sigh?
I think you do,
you do cry.
Hiding away from the others,
under the dark, stormy sky.

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Don't take it the otherwise, guys. Surrendering is not good. But if you've understood the meaning of this poetry, at least partially; you'll realize what I'm trying to say here. Sometimes you should just let it go. Sometimes you shouldn't try to fix your troubles, just rather let it go.....with the flow. It will end without even breaking the slightest of your sweat. Letting go is good sometimes.