Raindrops falling on my head
Beaded pellets of condensation
Whipping
Whirring
Spurring within my soul
Help me breathe in complex thoughts
And breathe out absurd truths
Crystalline drops
Fall forth towards earth
Hurtling
And leaving behind
Nothing but puddles of emptiness
It’s with each tear dropped
That I prophesize mother natures last breath
And realize that these pools resting between slabs of concrete
Are nothing but muddied puddles
Reflecting the ugly truths of human beings

1 Comments:
"It’s with each tear dropped
That I prophesize mother natures last breath"
uh-huh
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