The inclement weather
Cast a gloomy net
Over nature, thus over me too.
Rupturing the sanctity of my being
With assailing rust accumulated over the years
The emotional turbulence smiles
I know I am riddance of that smile.
The misty sight of the mystery
I ponder as my legs wander
Why the pain, my lord?
Life gives a lot
unexpectedly
Too much
to consume
Too much
to bear too.
An insignia I wear within
Hiding from fearless fear
The pain, the pain, the pain, I moan.
Is this all that I wonder
With hands clasped in prayer
Glued to my heart in symbolic language.
I smile, staring starkly at the gloomy clouds
Whither go you? I asked in silent discordance
The clouds gathered the answer in rainy showers.
I am crying alone.
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The open skies affect our feelings, I know about that. It was a rainy day here in Miami and when the sun peeked out at 4pm, everything seemed a little brighter, the load a little lighter.
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The language of pain is as recognizable world-wide as is the language of love - trust me my friend; you cry not alone.
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