The silence roars like thunder,
making it too painful to withstand.
With the raindrops rushing hard,
streetlights seem to flicker
which makes a 20-20 a despair.
I fell onto the mud pools,
cursed incessantly to the ground.
As the cool wind bashes me from all directions
I pray to be indestructible.
Shivering like a petrified dog,
I reached for a saving roof
and sat down grumbling without tears.
Amidst all of this debacle,
my cigarette remains dehydrated,
my lighter’s still intact.
I pulled off one last kick,
puffed off a soul
and gave the heavens what it deserved.
I cannot think of an appropriate title that would fit. But I think this title would do well.
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