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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sheets of rain pour from heaven, concussive drops falling in succession another life being lead, too far in the wrong direction how am I so up when I'm down? Another mistake Another one made Another hole in the back of my brain Another hope Will hurt the most When falling from the highest points Coming from the sky Released from the clouds How am I so up when I'm down? Visiting earth With such a wide berth And no idea of what I'm to do here And maybe I'm just speaking in cipher, over and over again, or maybe I'm just breaking the fibers of the cage I've been held in. Maybe the world isn't what it seems, the sun is poking through the trees, maybe I'm spinning dark imagery when the world is a beautiful thing. Eyes are glazed With this thoughtless grey Expecting too much, hope whisked away Fight for the moments Trapped in focus And I'm still up when I'm down. Put on another smile With tears behind these eyes I don't think anyone's listening, for the screams beneath petty lies Constant attempt to translate Try to understand this point of view I'd rather edge in the corners than open myself to you. And maybe I'm just speaking in cipher, precipitating my next sin. Or maybe the second hand is ticking down to fall on my head again. Maybe the rain needs the sun vice versa and contradicting things, maybe the world isn't as ugly, as I'm spinning it to seem. Everything is vibrant Everything in different shades All I hear is the cries of children, with views of a world stuck in grey Throbs are aligning in my head With drizzles of people with no names Another drop of water on my head may send me reeling in time again.
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