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advice, Caitlin Lambert, collage, dying, falling, gun, mistakes, okay, old poetry, pain, rain, sadness, silence, stairs, suicide, trees, violence
If you take all the rain that I’ve made
And let it just all drop away
Walking to see all the damp concrete
The wind flowing through the tall trees
Was it all a mistake?
Could it die just the same?
If I couldn’t every hand that grasped it
Fell past their fingers in silence
There wouldn’t be enough in all of sadness
The one up above would cry in pain
All of the people know why it rains
Unknown auroras kindle the air
Humanity falling down a flight of stairs
At the end of the tunnel is a man with a gun standing still
The motive to slaughter the world, he takes the action on himself
Could history of violence not be told today?
Would someone ever tell me that maybe it’ll be okay?
Written by: Caitlin Lambert
poem #222
We do find ourselves is a sad state don’t we? Hard hitting..really like this one.
Haha! Brom is gone!
Well..I figured it was taking me long enough..and I felt a little guilty..so I took it down. :/
amazing pictures described in words… you are very talented
:D Thank you & I appreciate your compliment.
Yes. husshhhhh. It will be okay! :) Nice one, lamberta! :)
Thanks! much appreciated. :)
slowly okay and much stronger!
I always have to tell myself it will be okay so I don’t have an anxiety attack.