Sorrow on a Rainy Day

I express myself in the rain, the clouds, and the wind

The dark skies form above my head

And engulf me, in its eternal sorrow

 

I let the wind sweep me away

To where, I know not;

But I no longer mind

Whether I end in glory or in flames.

 

Life seems hopeless in the rain

A burden rather than a blessing.

This poem is about: 
Me

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