The thunder rolls vastly outside the window.
It beckons to me to answer with the words I have never said.
Flashes seep through the patio door,
Begging for my attention.
The piano plays on my computer,
Lulling me to continue and stop at the same time,
Stuck in my own paradox, don't have the strength to let myself free.
The piano and thunder inspire me.
It tells me a story, a story I continue to listen to.
It may not be in unison.
It may never be perfect,
But that doesn't matter to me.
The rain tumbles down like my words and it doesn't seem to stop.
I'm tired but that is okay.
Is it my fault? Absolutely. But,
It will all be good in the end.
A few more tests and deadlines and I'll be on my way.
At least I hope so.
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It's All In My Mind
PoetryHello my peoples! I decided to make a poetry book that is basically filled with poems... Enjoy!
