The VoicesA Poem by MarztothemoonWhen the storm is outside, you may find shelter. When the storm is within your mind, how can you escape?The raindrops fall They pelt those who walk under them Forcefully, without mercy “Stupid” They whisper. You may try to run faster, But the rain will fall harder “Idiot” “Slow” The raindrops will say. Try to protect yourself With umbrellas and raincoats The rain will soak through. “Unworthy” “Unforgivable” “Lothesome” You may reach shelter. But just because the rain can no longer reach you Does not mean you are dry. © 2022 MarztothemoonAuthor's Note
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