A Storm?A Poem by The VillainBeing Dillusional sucks
The rain hit the street
like a million pins dropped from space. As it whispered love songs it covered my tears. The wind did not howl nor cry but rather, it was silent. Pulling the rain stubbornly aside as if to reveal my shame. I did not walk, nor did I run, for fear of overpowering the sound of the boisterous rain. The side walk was shadowed, not by the trees, for there was no sun, but by the grey sky itself. It was then that I sat on the curb, the storm drain next to me raging bringing me to the absurd conclusion that I was in a storm. © 2011 The Villain |
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Added on January 22, 2011 Last Updated on January 22, 2011 AuthorThe VillainSilver Spring, MDAbout"Wh-who ARE you?" "Me? I'm the king of the twentieth century. I'm the bogeyman. The Villain." -V for Vendetta A Graphic Novel by Alan Moore more..Writing
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