Heavy rain pores down, hammering the roof with a heavy sound that drowns everything else out around. I find it difficult to gather my thoughts as thunder struck, shaking the deep recesses of my brain as the rain drips on my head. I can't find the words to express as the rain pools around me, for fear it my drown me. The heavy rain begins to stop, allowing my words to flow freely as the heavy rain stops around me.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
شِعرpoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
