27/1/25

When it rains

It reminds me of the week

That had followed

The terrible tragedy

That had occurred

It rained all week long

I didn't want to go

I had no choice

After I stayed 

Unmoving

Unsleeping

Uneating.

Depressed. 

Everything was a bit blurry. 

Blurry.

Blurry until I saw myself

In the reflection

Of my Broken Mirror.

-BoyScoutz