On drop ahead of the other
One plop and then another
One cloud and then a swarm
It builds up into a storm
On thought turns to another
The clock ticks louder and louder
All thoughts are smudged into each other
Storm by storm
The wind picks up
Storm by storm
A story gets bought
The hands become worn and worn
But through the eye
I reverse the time
And remember the things that bring me to life
I find that picking apart the clouds is easier than dismantling the storm
I find collecting the leaves is simpler than tearing out the thorn
I find temporary comfort in knowing the Sun shines brighter tomorrow
I find peace in knowing there will always be Sun
So storm by storm
Even in the depths, where despair is born
I smile
And let myself go
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The Spiral
PoetryA deep dive into thoughts about the universe, life, emotions and more, down an endless poetic(and sometimes not poetic) spiral. We follow various characters.
