Stuck
Rain's poring
Trapped in my head
A cluster of persons ahead
Stuck
Rain's pouring
Hungry,
For many things
To be me
To accept who I m
To lead
To know where I stand
Stuck
Rain's falling
No sign of light
Hoping for long I'm not right
My stomach begins to hurt
Rain's still pouring
Rain wetting my shirt
No way to see the end
Goes on for minutes
The next,hours
Clouds rolling in
Skies black and thin
Stuck
Rain's pouring
Horns going off in my head
There's just too many people ahead
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Hollow Thoughts
PoesíaPoems without titles only meaning. Not all poems are true. It's honestly so cringe-worthy.
