Once again I sit to write, and there goes my mind, out into the night. Out the window, and into the rain. I wash off my doubt and my hurt and my pain. It runs down my body and into my poors. I run back inside, up the stairs, in the door. I stand in the window my fingers chase drops. I'm stuck till the rain, the incesant rain, stops. It beats and it whips and it rages and screams. It permeates my mind and penetrates my dreams. I wake with terror, and rise to my feet. Fear replaces blood, and forces my heart to beat. I run to the window, the storm wails my name. It brings about feelings that I cannot tame. Slamming the window, shattering glass. Falling to pieces, i beg this to pass. Your hands reach through darkness, you're so far away. I reach out, I need you, here I can't stay. You pull me from myself, and into your arms. I'm safe from the danger and nowhere near harm. Let go and you'll lose me, back into the night. Away from your safety, and fall into fright. You chase the storm from my dark raging mind. So, look in your arms; that's me you will find.
Reason for writing:
writers block turned poem. basically.
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