The rain pours
Streams of rivers run down my face and
Onto my bear arms,
Creating puddles all around my feet.
I look into the reflection,
Beyond the top layer
Where all the words are.
But every time I reach, my hand disrupts the glass
And all the words go flying into the wind.
No matter how hard I try
The words are just out of reach.
So my mind breaks
Like shattered glass, dangerous but broken.
I have disarrayed the puddle
And my words with it
Thoughts have gone forever in never dying wind.
Streams of rivers run down my face and
Onto my bear arms,
Creating puddles all around my feet.
I look into the reflection,
Beyond the top layer
Where all the words are.
But every time I reach, my hand disrupts the glass
And all the words go flying into the wind.
No matter how hard I try
The words are just out of reach.
So my mind breaks
Like shattered glass, dangerous but broken.
I have disarrayed the puddle
And my words with it
Thoughts have gone forever in never dying wind.
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