The rain cries with me
Hot tears rollIng on the roof
Falling onto my cheeks
The heavy sky is closed
A black and purple buffer
Of indifference pulsing
With my state of mind
Solitude, loneliness,
Safety reigns there
No one to hurt me
Hopelessness, certainty
The end will come surely
Another bolt screams
Its immanent death
The blustery wind
Blowing in my empty skull.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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