The rain falls gently down
Upon the ground
It makes a pitter patter sound
As it patters all around.
The rain is falling on the trees
And on the flowers too
It’s making everything so wet
I am not what I once was I have been through too much My mind is not what it used to be I have seen things that I can't unsee And I can't forget I can't forget the things I've done Or the things I've seen I can't forget the people I've hurt Or the ones who've hurt me I can't forget the darkness that's inside me Or the light that's fading away I'm losing hope I'm losing faith I'm losing myself
They come in the night , sl ithering through the shadows of my mind . I can feel their slim y tentacles probing , search ing for a way in . They are the things that lur k in the dark corners of my psyche , the monsters that hide in my subconscious . They are the things that I try to forget , but they always find a way back .
Every poem is a world of beauty A place to escape the mundane To explore new ideas and emotions To find meaning in the chaos Every poem is a world of beauty A place to be yourself To be vulnerable and honest To connect with others on a deeper level Every poem is a world of beauty A place to heal and grow To learn about who you are and who you want to be To find hope in the darkness
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