sometimes the rain drops
into the ground
splashing as it makes a sound
into nothing but dirt and worms
your skin, it moves,
your body squirms
restless and tired
yet driven and wired
you type as furiously as the storm outside
hoping to quell your inner thunder clouds
your thoughts play games where they run and hide
you wish you knew what they were about
but alas they wash away down the gutter
you've been there more times than you can count
heart stays aflutter
and you drown yourself out
sink or swim, you won't know until you try
hoping to fly instead of die
About the Creator
Lolly Vieira
Welcome to my page where I make sense of all the facets of myself through poetry and short stories.
I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
https://linktr.ee/lollyslittlelovelies
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