The rain has existed in my mind for years and years. At first it sounded nice, but now it's just this repetitive smack I hear too often. And now it is less calming- with loud storms- with lightning that strikes me everytime I try to go out of my comfort zone. It hails my existence, and makes the water around me rise- oh it rises- it rises too high. The water consistently becomes cooler and cooler, before my limbs start turning blue. But the rest of me remains untouched, by the fierceness of this horrid, stormy, nightmare.
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My poems, And Random Stuff
RandomI am a soldier. I am the one that is always on the battlefield. With scratch marks, and bruises. I try to carry on, I try to see the light. I reach for my guns, to try and abolish the enemy. The ones that want me dead. But I can't anymore. I've bee...
