covering me entirely, soaking me to the bone
This storm threatens to drown
Promises to nourish
New crops poke their unknowing heads from the mud
Expecting new life
Expecting continuous nourishment
Only to be trampled under the feet of the blind farm hands
Pour
Pour rain pour
Pour
Pour another drink
I will drown and only the remains of what once were will remain
I will drown because I know how to swim but not how to stop the onslaught
The by-product of this all encompassing gray matter
I do not want to accept this truth that I continuously come back to
The truth that I will never understand my mind
My mind is all I have to understand it with
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