Rain
Samiun Mizan Sakkhor
It's raining outside I can't feel any joy or excitement Hey! Do me a favour? Let me be at my own peace Let me sleep like the eternal weeps I too want to see the rain fall In my dreams it may shower Drain my sorrows like the ocean flow I have miles to go I want to wake up before it snows Regret is pulling me back I wanna go! Let me! The rain falls on my head I! I hear a voice calling me Oh! It's just me talking to myself Facing the me I was yesterday.
2018-07-24 19:32:15
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Yaa Darkowaa Yeboah
Interesting but can you please tell me what you are trying to put across here
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2018-07-25 00:56:07
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Samiun Mizan Sakkhor
@Yaa Darkowaa Yeboah Having second thoughts about himself yet reassuring to build conflict within. By himself, I refer to the narrator.
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2018-07-25 03:54:33
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jesse_ann
I see your image and it's beautiful. The concept is what I enjoy the most about the poem.I love it I'd love to read more.
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2018-07-25 19:43:14
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