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.


5. To Never Rest

The seasons pass me by as does the sky

Blue skies turn Dismal and grey

Grey as the stone that marks her

Her, my sister, why were you called back so early

Early before your first breath, a stillborn

Stillborns will forever rest within the shade of our family crest

Our crest is the representative of love and death, so thus one regrets

To be in this family that may never rest 

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