trees bending and pitching in the wind
rain splattering the windows
shouts of "revelation",
"rapture",
"apocalypse",
"the end",
and laughter, screams of laughter
but in the corners of the darkness,
there are tears
and silent anxieties
under the laughter,
there is fear
the calm exterior is forced,
no one will stay silent,
and the insensitivity of those involved
is absolutely astounding.
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Thoughts and Things
ŞiirA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...
