The rain pounds overhead
an unnatural drumbbeat
In sync with my turbulent stomach
raging seas of acid
touching a sky of fiery veins
White
turns to red,
to black
and back again
Scorching the eyes of onlookers
The sky is finally crying
showing its flaws
cracking away the perfect onset
And letting the tears flow.
For once I don't need music
the sky makes its own melodies.
Comments
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awesome! I really like the last three lines. beautiful
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Lol, does this have anything to do with the thunderstorm an hour ago? hehe
Nice poem
*KT*
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