Rain and mist,
Cloud the sky.
Cloud your eyes.
The blue is gone,
The color from shiny to dark.
Thunderstorms brew,
And they're tearing you up.
Tearing you up inside,
Killing you for only my eyes to see.
Mutilating you,
Harming your mind.
You're powerless against it,
You must just float.
Float and hope.
Hope that the pain will end.
But deep down you don't believe.
And that loss of faith is what is holding you back.
You must believe.
In the hope for a better life.
In the hope for a life not simply shrouded
With dull gray clouds
That take over your beauty.
Because if you don't,
Your eyes will be misty forever.
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Submerged Stories
PuisiLong story short, this is a book of stories about my life that I don't tell anyone else, expressed through the beautiful art of poetry. Poetry is my way of finding myself, and hopefully you as readers will be able to find yourself as well. TRIGGER W...
