Dirge of the Weeping SkyA Poem by SazakuRain, rain, come and play, wash away another day. Paint the skies in somber gray to match the way I feel today. Thunder rattles my window pane. violent percussion, the storm's refrain, tempestuous cadence, echoes growing. Hell, maybe I'm better off not knowing why these voices come and linger like fairies dancing on my finger filling me with drive and ambition, summarily destroyed by failed fruition. It's not like I don't desperately try. Something causes my mind to petrify. As if that wall of blue-lined white would scoff at every word I'd write. Rain, rain, come and play, wash away another day. Though I yearn to fly away. Shackled down my heart will stay. I'm stuck in this role but I can't act and nothing is ever enough to distract these toxic thoughts of inability. How I long for but a breath of serenity. A single candle isn't enough light to guide me through the darkest night. Distant torches blaze in every direction. If only I wasn't primed for their rejection. Into the weeping sky, I turn and stare. Maybe the world really isn't fair... Honestly, should I even bother stopping my demons from their slaughter? Rain, rain, come and play, wash away another day. Cleanse these scars from yesterday so perhaps, tomorrow, I'll be okay.
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Added on June 3, 2016 Last Updated on June 3, 2016 AuthorSazakuKYAboutWords in chiseled stone bear truths I can't bear to share. But I fear I must. ------------------------------------------------ I'm just a student pretending to be a writer, pretending to be a .. more..Writing
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