I tilt my head up to the sky and beg for rain.
I beg for something to come.
Something to arrive.
Something to appear and take my soul to new heights.
To occupy this barren space within me and give me new hope.
New love.
New.
I look to the sky.
Notice,
It too is empty.
Clear of all it's woes, aches, and pains.
Glimmering mockingly.
"Why I'm empty just as you,
I'm empty but never like you!"
It taunts jovially.
It pauses.
Suddenly it isn't so empty.
She fills up with dark clouds,
Cracking with the might of Zeus.
She wails,
I scream.
Her tears become my own,
Mixing until neither of us know whose tears are whose.
I empty my emptiness with the sky,
Becoming full again.
I wait for the heavens to clear,
And the cycle begins again.
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The Darker Side- A Collection Of poems
PoetryFreeverse poems of the deepest and darkest thoughts in our minds. ⚠WARNING ⚠: These poems are triggering! If you struggle w/ self harm, depression, and suicide than DO NOT READ. A lot of this stuff is written when my own self imaging issues and dep...
