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Result Of My Sins

Poetry By: Cylence

Results of sins described like a storm.

Submitted:Oct 24, 2011    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Oh, my darkest cloud,

Why must you hover over me?

I drown from your tears,

As if they were a powerful sea.

Under my steel umbrella,

I cannot hide from you.

The acid rain pours down,

When it hits, it melts right through.

My ears start to bleed,

From your thundering cries.

Lightning is striking,

And its blinding my eyes.

I hear the soft whispers

Of your poisonous snow.

My whole body shivers

As the wind starts to blow.

Everyday of my life

Is a murderous winter.

The hail tapers down

In the form of a splinter.

Will the sun ever shine

And warm my cold skin?

I promise to be good,

It wont happen again!


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