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gray rain Apr 2016
I'm digging this hole
For me to be alone
Where I can fall
I'm tired of it all

The night will surround
There will be no sound
In the darkness I drowned
No light is found

I keep my thought
Although I aught
No message is brought
It just is there to haunt

My dreams
Of screams
With light beams
And regular themes

I'm digging this hole
For me to be alone
Where I can fall
I'm tired of it all
  Apr 2016 gray rain
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I use to want perfection
in my reflection,
and thought I was just
another correction
in a collection,
and wanted to be a part
of the selection
that obtained affection
for their complexion,
that passed the
inevitable inspection
without objection
and did not fear rejection,
because they knew
they were headed
in the right direction
of self resurrection,
but now I want to
be an art collection
that exudes a projection
of protection,
instead of false infection
and natural selection,
whether it has
an imperfection
or
not
gray rain Apr 2016
The trees talk
the leaves walk
mountains stand
rain commands
the wind patrols
but we are the controls
gray rain Apr 2016
Fight with words
even the swords
agree
gray rain Apr 2016
Everyone here seems to know each other
not like a son knows his mother
but they know each other

and I'm sat looking over
hundreds of people
yet alone I feel

in an unknown city
with people wearing white
people dressed to fight

they fight with swords
but not with shields
in straight lines
is where they choose to shine
gray rain Apr 2016
You read my work and
think it's anonymous but fail
to realise it's speaking to you
gray rain Apr 2016
I wish I had a path to follow,
a path with trees
and green
not hollow

A summit
that I will aim to reach
a goal which I shall seek
and overcome it

a boat
so I could drift away
and return one day
and if I don't

I will find another way
maybe find myself astray
someday
I'll eventually find somewhere to stay
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