The bold cracks of thunder
Whip in the sky down to the
Ground and I feel safe in
Knowing that even though
No one else is there, the
Thunder would be there to
Comfort me while it is
Still crackling and howling
In the harsh raining going
On outside of my window
As I watch the downpour
With my teary, electric eyes
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The Daily Struggle
PoesiaThese are poems about my daily struggles that I deal with. If you relate to any, feel free to comment, vote, and follow me for more! I will be updating every day or two.
