Where is my rain

March 20, 2018

After every fire, sproouts a shower

But after ever fire, my anger seem but to flower

I feel the cracke

I feel the pop

But the tell me it's not there. 

The fire fuels my anger. 

The fire licks at it with mockery,

and they wont shut up!

Why can they not see the fire!

And why can't there be a storm soon?!

My tears burn, my ears agonise with the never of silence.

I see the clouds

But the wind is blowing... 






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