I FLOAT HIGH ABOVE THE ROCKS, THE OCEAN, THE BRIDGE, THE TOWN.
TEARS FLOW ENDLESSLY FROM MY EYES, AND I REALIZE I'M SOBBING.
MY MIND FEELS MOSTLY BLANK STILL, THE ONLY THINGS IN MY MIND ARE HER AND AN INTENSE PAIN I THOUGHT WOULD LEAVE BY NOW, BUT HAS ONLY GROWN STRONGER AND WORSE.
IT'S POURING RAIN OUTSIDE, AND I FLOAT WITH THE BIG GRAY CLOUDS.
AM I A CLOUD, AND MY TEARS ARE RAIN?
EVERY TIME I SOB OUT LOUD, LIGHTNING STRIKES THE EARTH AND THUNDER RUMBLES AND BOOMS EVEN LOUDER.
I GASP, MAKING THE WIND BLOW MY WAY. I SIGH, CAUSING THE WIND TO PUFF AWAY FROM ME.
I AM A CLOUD.
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b l a n k m i n d s . . .
Poetryjust a collection of random poems from my head... i guess it's like a story in poetry. THIS IS THE DARKEST AND MOST DEPRESSING SHIT I HAVE EVER WRITTEN t r i g g e r w a r n i n g . . .
