Semicolon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


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The rain pours down upon my head,

dripping and drizzling without cease.

 

 

 

The world outside feels sun instead,

leaving me this storm with no peace.

 

 

 

For in this world of warmth and light, 

only the clouds for me remain,

 

 

 

Hiding the truth of day and night

with the constant drizzle of the rain.

 

 

 

Why does rain fall only on me,

and leave all others in happy drought?

 

 

 

I hope someday I will be free,

resting in sun, with warmth throughout.

 

 

 

How I envy those happy souls

who live without sorrow or pain,

 

 

 

The ones who know what life is like

without the drizzle of the rain.

 

 

 

They see me when I pass them by,

but do not lend a helping hand.

 

 

 

Instead they keep so warm and dry,

letting me drown upon dry land.

 

 

 

I beg the world to notice me,

to help with the cause of my pain.

 

 

 

For life is the storm, and love may be

what cures the drizzle of the rain.


Submitted: July 15, 2018

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hullabaloo22

On the face of it a quite simple poem but really it holds a lot of meaning. Like in the poem, I get a lot of rain, but just occasionally a tiny bit of sunshine. Good job!

Sun, July 15th, 2018 7:11pm

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Thank you, I definitely had quite a bit of inspiration for it

Sun, July 15th, 2018 1:31pm

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