The gloomy skies
roll in from the South,
I can feel it coming,
Not the storm;
But something else.
Something dangerous.
The clouds begin to rumble,
I watch from my window
as the lightning strikes.
I close my eyes and lay down.
Down onto my death bed,
I am gone.
And so are the gloomy skies.
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PoetryHello! This is gonna be a bunch of poems, so yeah. No but seriously this had been inspired lamely by TV shows and how my perspective of life has changed in the last like year or so. Hope you guys like them!!! I OWN ALL PPL! But most of these I wrote...
