The Storm

The Rain Drips from the overflowing Gutters
Landing atop My head Soaking to the bone
The peace I once had, Knowing I was
protected from the rain, Is now a fading
memory. If only I could go back in time to
when the gutters were not filled with anger
and resentment toward one another. Another
time, where they worked to protect me. It
seems the storm is just too strong. I am no
longer sheilded from it's wrath. At least
the rain will hide the tears, as I watch My
parents say goodbye, Leaving me alone to
drown in the sorrow of the storm.


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