man in the rainA Poem by Peter Hidk ?
the windmill spins as if it was in a monotonic dance ,
he lay's on the grass as the heavens pours down upon his under pants . he wishes it was the holy piss of god purging his depraved soul "no!!" , he says, "this must be the holy s**t of god reconfirming i'm worthless". he thinks it quite ironic for a storm of s**t to fall on s**t . the sky is covered in gray. its seems almost like his "ditto" today. such an endless gray ,its carries the stark reminder of his mundane . he has an epiphany, why did all the sound stop ? he can't hear the frogs ,the birds , or even drum of his heart! he only feels the endless drops of s**t upon his grotesque body parts.
© 2013 Peter HAuthor's Note
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14 Reviews Added on April 27, 2013 Last Updated on May 9, 2013 AuthorPeter Hgeorgetown, 4, GuyanaAbouthey nice to meet you all . i'm peter i'm just a boy , i'm from guyana .i just wanted a place to share the profound part's of my thoughts more..Writing
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