by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
Let it rain on me,  Let it rain on us, Let the thunder roll, Stentorian voice  Can't make us fall apart. Let the lightning bolts strike And we swerve like the Matrix. Remember,  It isn't stronger than us We are the epitome of greatness. The strong winds  Started brewing, The eye of the storm - Like a green-eyed monster Has its eyes on us, focusing. Though the savagery of it Looked overwhelming, It can't derail us from a Rainbow-colored future  Ahead of us that's gradually forming. © 2017 Mel Joy (themonochromerraper.wordpress.com)
July 18, 2017themonochromereaper


Fears... I've got a ton of them. It's like when I try to think of my future it was nothing but bleak, dark and brooding. I'm left with fears, fears of the unknown. Yes, it can be the result of my anxiety, I just think too much... Have you ever felt this way? I knew so little of what is going to happen to me. I hadn't asked a lot of probing questions Related to this journey which is my future. It's shrouded in anonymity and I had been Submerged in my own misery. Now here I am rushing towards the unknown. I just want some time to think, Some air to breathe; I'm suffocated. After a few moments, My grief has receded a little Since I could feel this misgiving for the future; When previously I had felt nothing But the tragedy of the present. 2017 Mel Joy (themonochromereaper.wordpress.com) All Rights Reserved
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