As storm clouds brew in the distance, We are faced with the light of doom. We ponder the reality of choices, And face the wrath that looms.. Because, you see, who really cares, Because you know you’re all alone. Faced with hell, you’ll feel your hair, Burn far from home…
poetry
Rainfall from the soul
Darkness pervades, Unity evades, Rainfall is strong, Nature’s not wrong November is here, And almost gone, The cold will begin, Nature’s not wrong A deep and dark fog A drenching soak, The cloak of cold is long, But nature’s not wrong