A raindrop racing
down the glass window
others roll faster
to be lost
in an endless downpour
it gets stuck
on other drops
to continue on
its designated course
to disappear on
the car door
another
and another
takes its place
racing to the same end
clinging to something
seemingly not there
to continue on
the same madness
only to end up
somewhere not as grand
as the sky
until the cycle renews
forevermore
~L
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Living In The Mind's Cage
PuisiThe poems start inexperienced, I was younger then. As you read further it shows my growth as a person and my fallbacks. Maturing slowly through each one. It's my mental journey. These are poems are my outlet and help me with my issues when I can't d...
