This is the first poem I think I've ever written that has no real meaning to me. Usually when I write, it has to make me want to cry, either from saddness or being happy. But it was raining last night and this is what came out.
Down it comes
Dark as night
Noise like drums
Noise like spite
She flows with the wind
Swims with the rain
Finds no end
Feels no pain
Out with the dark
In with the light
Still some spark
Still some fight
Closes her eyes
Finds relief
Needle in vein
Ends the night
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