Rain come wash away the teary-eyed brides,
Chase away the looming and brooding sorrow birds
Circling over our darkened souls
Bleach our spirits to sickening white
While insecurity roams the streets looking for the weak,
Gap-full beings to penetrate and contaminate,
Past strength into doubt and shame
Helplessness becomes your ally
For whom to blame but fate, if not yourself
Technicolor poet
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