My Friend, The Rain

A short collection of poetry from when I dabbled in the art. Personally, I didn't believe that poetry and I go together, but feel free to tell me otherwise, if you'd like.


3. An Utter Blank


Curse this mind of mine

This blank leaves my hands writing blind

Only madness do I find

In this bleak unmending mind of mine

Curse it all from low on high

The words hideaway, as if shy

This mind unbreakable, nigh

It is breaking and soon I shall fly

And so I’ve conquered this curse of mine

And crushed the blank that fogged my mind

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