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Brittany Parrott Poem
when the eyes that are the sky start to open and cry the thunder, and clouds comfort me like a cozy lullaby
I love the thunder the screams of nature from the pain of nature.
I love the thunder it holds me close although sometimes I shake in fear from the howling
I'm surprised yet not hurt scared but not seen
Even though I am scared and quite shaken the love for thunder will never weaken
I'm surprised yet scared of you when you yell and cry, but I've never thought that it could be cause from something in your eye
Copyright © Brittany Parrott | Year Posted 2025
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Brittany Parrott Poem
My ears fill with the rain- that are my tears.
Crying into the night, searching in desperate need for light.
Looking cluelessly into others' eyes for help, because I cannot begin to know how to help myself.
The words bite my tongue, rotting my teeth... yet I can't even begin to speak.
Copyright © Brittany Parrott | Year Posted 2025
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Brittany Parrott Poem
I'm falling— falling so far, I wouldn't even be able to begin to climb up.
It would be pointless, for I would die before even reaching halfway.
I crawl in circles of this dark pit, waiting for rain to drink— but it dries before reaching me.
I will die if I climb, die if I stay.
I won't try, because I will die anyway.
Copyright © Brittany Parrott | Year Posted 2025
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