My Day
As the wind grew,
and the clouds rolled in,
the droplets of rain hit my page.
I continued to write.
Nothing was going to stop me.
I, was going to finish.
It started to rain harder.
thunder cracked,
and lightning flashed.
Soon, my writing was smudged.
As I continued to write,
a thought came to mind.
Was this the life I had wanted?
Or was I just a puppet,
in the hands of someone else?
I had finished,
and just in time.
My world grew dark.
I knew this was the end.
I had written my will,
as I knew this day had come.
It was time for me to go,
and leave it all behind.
I, was done here.
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