When It Rains I Sometimes Contemplate the Inevitable

Fri, 02/01/2019 - 21:36 -- Shrey

In the dark from whence I came
Shattered glass
From the heavens rain
And yet I utter in ragged breath
The rage against a cruel death
O show me the path I seek
And guide me from this bitter bleak
Lust,lust for a dying word
One bitter whisper
Into our stellar ford

This poem is about: 
Our world

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