Storm
A cold tear
wet
real
Running down
my face
I wipe it
away
I have no time
to cry
A fantasy
I had made up
all in my head
A stupid dream
A shattered hope
Another tear.
The delicate droplet
rolls down
slowly
It glitters
slightly
I look out
the window
Gray clouds
floating on
the horizon
A distant warning
of the storm
to come
I take a deep breath
Try
not to let
the tears
come down
not anymore
A ruined little
dreamer
The clouds draw
closer
the tears
fight me
as they try
to escape
Waves
of hurt
an ocean
of pain
A rocky shore
water
crashing
onto my world
Salty tears
The gray clouds
begin to pour
I look out
once more
God is
crying
with me.
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