Droplets of rain keep falling, no matter how far I try to run.
The misty air grabs my throat, and I struggle to breathe.
I’m wiping my unseeing eyes,
failing to keep them dry.
But no matter who or what is in front of them,
my sight is no longer clear.
Fog has rolled in day after day,
and my thoughts are begging sight.
Ever since the storm rolled in,
no one bothers to stay.
My eyes are turning into tornadoes,
and it only gets more chaotic each day.
And the more the storm is ignored by others,
the more it will continue rage .
The thunder claps along to the song,
of my pessimistic heartbeat.
And each droplet against my shirt,
has me dancing around thoughts of isolation.
The only way to stop the rain,
is for someone else to hold my umbrella.
But why would someone want brave the storm,
just to provide me shelter?
James Bowie High School
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