The cacophony of rain and thunder is a salve to an aching heart.
The loud voices turn to hushed whispers,
as the sound of the pouring rain on the flimsy roof and drums of thunder is all that I hear.
Bright skies show off their flashing lights as the curtain blows inwards.
A glimpse of the mess as the light peaks through does not hurt as bad as on other days.
Sometimes it does, but this time I forget.
It's not good as the other days when I'm out.
though, in the comfort of the familiar walls,
I feel nostalgic for the things that will be or never will.
It's ironic how the storm calms the storm in me.
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Infracto Animo
Poetrya compilation of halfheartedly written poems or rambles and thoughts under dark skies.
