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(P.S.: #84 in Poetry!!!!)
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The sound of the rain
Wakes him.
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He lies on the ground
Moonlight streaming through the window.
Rain patters on the dirty glass.
Cool air drifts through the cracks in
The house.
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He watches
With broken blue eyes
And something
Shifts.
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He climbs to his feet.
Silent and cold.
His feet make no noise
As he walks to the door.
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He brushes through the hallway
Like a shadow
A ghost.
The darkness crawls around him
Full of terrible memories.
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He doesn't think
He can
Make
It.
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But
He
Does.
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The door to the house
Creaks open.
Sheets of rain
Pour down.
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He steps out
Barefoot
Breathing in the cool air
With ragged lungs.
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Lightning flashes.
Lighting up his broken face.
Exposing his demons.
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Everything grows inside him.
All those months
Trapped in that hell.
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He lifts his face
Rain mingling with tears.
A rumble of thunder
Blocks out his roar.
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The dam
Breaks
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The world
Falls
Apart.
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A mind
Under unbearable strain
Caves
In.
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A soul
Flees
Off into
The dark
Night.
Dropping off the face of
The universe.
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Destroyed.
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Just
Like
That.
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PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
