She stays up at night
listening to the thunder rumble by.
The lightning flashes in her bloodshot eyes.
It electrifies her soul, making her feel alive.
A feeling she's been longing for on this dark and sleepless night.
The air tickles her skin
and the wind drys her eyes.
She wonders why the storm
Can make her feel alright.
Maybe it's because,
Her mind is a storm.
Maybe she finds it comforting to know
That even the sky needs to cry sometimes.
-j.b.
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Transcendence
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I have written and am writing. For me, writing is like a glimpse inside of one's soul. I hope you enjoy my writing. <3
