The Dark Clouds of Change
rain falls today as we accept
the dark clouds of change
puddles of blood reach the eye
of the storm once well hidden
my galoshes are like internal
quicksand at its wits end's peak
my umbrella is temperamental for
life, and my brain is a deluge of
confusion
hail slams against all foundations
as we accept the dark clouds of
change
overflooded aftermath forces all
acidic rebuttals with a unprecedented
makeshift wand
oh how we wish for silver rabbits, but
instead we get black crows and wrinkle
rust vultures
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