I like to walk in the rain,
Because it hides my tears of pain.
I like the rumble of the thunder,
As it drowns the sound of my cries of agony and blunders.
I like my wet clothes,
Because my body then at least feels heavier than my heart and soul.
I like the smell of the petrichor,
Because at least then I can't smell my shame and blood.
I like it when the rainwater trickles my skin,
As it tries to wash away the day's sins.
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Dust
Poetry[Featured by Wattpad poetry] 'When the difficulties of life become hard to bear, A mask of happiness I wear.' A collection of poems written by me.
