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Apr 2013
It's that time again
The sun has been wiped out
Clouds loom all about
Never bringing the sanctity of rain
Just blocking out the light, increasing the pain

And here I sit
Alone, lost, unsure, insecure
Trembling with fear
At what is coming near
Because I know

I know that things will fall down again
I know that my mind will crush itself again
I know that I will hate and despise
And slowly realize
The true mess inside my head

And just when the clouds threaten to break
And unleash their true potential on me
And when through my tears I cannot see
I find a shred of hope inside my soul
A tiny light that may be dull...

But it's there, I swear

So now I tug
I push and pull and cry and it swells
Magnificent hope, like I was never unwell
It beams forth and lights through my eyes
And that is when I realize

I will fall again,
This is true
There's nothing that I can do
But if I endure, if I survive
I'll be greatful for the next day, when I am still alive
A try at traditional, rhyming poetry
J
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J  California
(California)   
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