The Rain


Stress is like a torrential acid rain/
Little gain
Blood stain
On your state of tranquility/
Robbing you of your calming ability/
The rain continues to pour/
Damping your wings stopping your Soar/
Leaving you mentally sore/
Stress mounts up and begins to flood/
Each drop hits you with a hard thud/
The rain soaks the Earth birthing a life draining mud/
But every storm will end/
Your peaceful mind state will mend/
Fortify your mind to yet again defend/
Your mind from the rain…

Poetic Ice


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