The Storm,My Soul
I stand out in the rain because its free
I stand there to mask the pain.
I stand there remembering storms past.
As lightning flashes above my head,
Inside I remember I am dead...
But in that moment I am alive,
Reliving memories once forgotten.
I stand there,as rain wets my face,washing away the tears in my eyes.
Each raindrop is a moment of pain,each flash a moment of happiness.
The clouds are like the fog in my brain,the wind like the words of others rushing in my ears,noticed,but not comprehended.
My hands grow cold,like my heart long ago.
I start to shake,like the ground beneath my feet,
Cold,as I have no warmth.
The rain falls harder,the lightning brighter,all a mirror of myself.
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