Late night rainstorms

June 21, 2017
By Laramie.B. SILVER, Egerton, Wyoming
Laramie.B. SILVER, Egerton, Wyoming
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Raindrops hit the roof and I swear I could hear my mind shatter into a billion pieces.

Thunder becomes my lullaby.

The storm is raging on, am I suppose to believe the lies it tells?

Restless and loud, spinning round and round.

This love, hate thing is just not working.

I'm done...with the late night rainstorms

The author's comments:

this poem is about anxiety and depression

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