Under the hovering clouds
I stand covered in dirt and dust
for I've walked through the past
collecting broken pieces of trust
now as the rain washes out
every piece that had never belonged
my shoulder seemed to get lighter
with every drop that falls along
so here's the last downpour
as I sit drenched in the fleeting past
and I finally have been washed out of
that every little lie which did not
l a s t
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•WITHERING AUTUMN
Poetry•POETRY 'And I wither down to death just like the autumn leaves' ©maybeanerror 2021
