Let the downpour subside

Nothing comforts my soul

More than the soothing rain and its dull loll.

As it fills my hopes and inflates my heart with

A calming voice that confirms what I thought to be true.

What I think has no parallel to the happenings of a crazed society

Which arms slide gently around our generation

And infuse their thoughts with those of someone else.

The strongest world leaders and dictators of the past

Have long desired for such an effect.

One that grabs the population and looks them in the eye

And makes them forget why things are the way they are,

Why things don’t have to be the same,

Why movies and clothes and stores, stars, people in bars, media, peers, phones, US

Have to all be the same.

A world clothed by conformity.

A world deprived from 1984’s standards

Where this is good

This is a sin

And its bad to read.

Where there is no individuality

And when there is you get punished,

Torn apart by the words of

Countless undercover thought police otherwise known as you peers.

The judgments pour down on you and drops slide off you fingertips and create a river.

The first one is like a light drizzle and suddenly the sprinkle turns to a full on monsoon and the flood of your tears carries you away as you look towards the bright light of a steady sun shower comforting your soul

And it takes you away

Setting you free from the dark rumbling clouds

Called this society.

 

Author's Note

Should I say the very last line?

Reviews

[Murderous Alien]

aside from random spelling errors this poem really is a beautiful piece. you used amazing imagery and all in all just a fantastic read! don't change a single thing either. poetry is about your voice and how you want to put it out in the world. so leave the ending line and embrace this lovely masterpiece.

[J. Hampton]

sure,its your poem.there's a lot said here ,although it feels like two different pieces i must agree with much of it