Envy of the Downtrodden
I heard an old one say "as pitiful as a storm;" and yet, what is there to pity?
I do not pity the wind; for it is able to come and go as it wills
I feel no sympathy for the rain; as it bears public tears with no repercussion
And the ice and snow?
None; because within its cold it is immune to the weight of emotion
No I do not pity the storm.
For it is able to release its rage for the world to see yet remain unjudged
...it is not what I was hoping for; but I am glad something surfaced
before my forced break :)
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