Poetry

The Light of Things

written by: rstephens93

As the rain falls it drips and drops,
And it seems as if it never stops,
But once the sun shines on the light of things,
Out comes the bluebird it's song it sings,
Then I'll find the better thought,
And toss out the old and think it not.
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On the fragile window pane,
Pours the never-ceasing rain,

So inside I'll continue to stay,
And hope the brightside comes my way.

In this gloomy state of mind,
I'll feel as if I've been left behind,

Only to bring back the stress,
That I'm consumed with loneliness.

So as I'm consumed with the pain loneliness brings,
I'll continue search my mind for the light of things.