Today's forecast reads:
"Downpour over the Gloomy Metropolitan."
Another damp evening to reflect
over life's little intricate
tribulations and
the times you've
tripped over it's hurdles.
So let the massive drops
rinse away all the
vile desolation of
caged emotions.
The roaring storm
comes to a halt
as the water trickles
off of rooftops
onto the cracked pavement below.
You feel the glorious warmth
from the yellow mass
brush against your skin.
A rainbow emerges
from within the moist,
dense atmosphere;
you realize all the agony
has evaporated into the
lovely
mysterious
sky.
—
3/12/20
1:41 AM
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The Words I've Never Said
PoetryA place where I put my soul on display for the world to see. Here's a closer look at the ups and downs of my consciousness. If I could use two words to describe my writing they would be an emotional rollercoaster. My goal is to heal those reading...
