Eyes downcast, skies overcast.
Thunder rumbling matching my state,
of mind, minding my  own business.
The lightening mimicking the fire in my eyes.
The bad vibes drifting away in the wind
But when will we see the light again?

Poetry 101 rehab: Dark.


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