July 2023
I want the clouds to become completely infuriated;
To fill the sky with the darkness they posses.
To show that they have much to bring forward.
Flashes of lightning and booms of thunder.
A storm of many sorts.
One I wish to step outside in,
A T-shirt and shorts that'll instantly become soaked.
To sit down on the dark street and allow the relentless rain pelt against my face.
To not know that there are tears streaking down my face at the same time.
To scream as the thunder roars,
To whimper as the lightning crashes.
To become undone just as the storm has done.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
