:cold Rain:
The clouds overhead smother me.
Their heaviness, mirroring my thoughts,
And the grayness of their pain
Rains down cold memories,
Onto my soul like acid rain,
Eating away at my chance to
For once,
Be happy.
Copyright © Madelyn Nichols | Year Posted 2016
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