THE RAIN
I can't escape the wrath of the rain,
Coming down hard upon my worries and pain,
The clatter upon my head is sending my mind in a state of frenzy,
The coldness that surrounds it is harsh enough to drive me crazy.
The sound of the rain startles my spirit a lot,
The roar of the thunder it comes with outline the problems I've got,
I can't keep hiding from the truth the rain is trying to pass across,
Ignorance away from the truth would end up a very big loss.
The rain would always have its way,
Always available to take my sorrows away,
No calmness from beyond can be so soothing,
Unless the troubles within are so great and rough to encounter smoothening.
The rain drops down to ease up the soul,
The type that's over-ambitious yet without a goal,
A soul that doesn't believe in the true essence of its existence,
The rain would always come down to ease it up from being too intense.
Temitope Omotoso
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BLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE
PoetryBLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE is a poetry collection about rare opinions on the reality, truth, and fiction surrounding the mysterious existence of life. As the author of this masterpiece, my theoretical knowledge explains my comprehension on the highs and...
