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Motives
I wrote this poem when I had a long thought about the world, and what it has become. I've also made relvances to the struggle I went through to get back to being myself. It's a very personal poem. But to elabourate, I've looked at the world, what it has become, and what most likely will happen. I've seen what we've done, and how humanity has derailed the beauty of this planet. thus, here is my poem. Probably one of my most structured poems I've posted.
Rain
Like crystal shards of glass piercing the skin,
This Rain continues breaking moral state,
Silence singing softly through such distress,
The ice like water dripping from my nose.
Clouds of charcoal black closing in slowly,
Thunder tracing lightning, I wield my heart.
Preperation time has ceased, now we fight.
Rain, many in number, yet we still fight alone.
We struggle to find our purpose on Earth,
We've let the downpour continue, this day,
The clouds have filled with despair, we let them.
We've done this together, now, we're alone.
Our neglect has caused this isolation,
We now fight alone, for this is our final vocation.
outro
It's good to be back writing again. I've written this one in Iambic Pantameter, mirroring Shakespeare in ways. And Robert Frost in others. Regardless, I've used a lot of techniques in this one, which is what really made me like this one.
Reviews would be great, I know this one can be improved with some tweeking.
It's your turn. Thank you.
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