Angry clouds form together to show their disgust for a poisoned world. Rain pours down and i watch it melt away the faces of those around me. The echoing thunder conceives all hatred and spits out foaming oceans of doubt. If you drink from the streets, it will be your death. You can't trust anyone anymore, so listen carefully to what the storms of reason are trying to say. They may contain some truth that will help you along your way. Don't get lost, you may never want to come back. I didn't.
Reason for writing:
I love writing poetry but have never been able to let other people read it, i thought it would be nice if someone read my poem!!
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