May 30, 2017
By maddystates SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
maddystates SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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Each of us is like
one drop of rain,
A single splatter
on thirsty sand.
Even though we are not alone,
A drop of rain falls alone,
Our thoughts are like
A shriveled rose,
cracked petals crunching
beneath a large black boot,
Our dreams smeared against the ground,
The bright streaks wash away
and slink into the gutter.
We are little and small,
Like a drop of rain,
We fall alone.


The author's comments:

I wrote this to show how some people might identify with a small object, such as a teardrop or raindrop, in their daily lives.

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