White Rain As low as the ground as you would ever be, it’s the prettiest blue that you’ll ever see. Your mind was new and it was clean and clear. You felt alive just standing there. All around you is pouring a white rain; it’s like shortwave static inside your brain. You’ve reached the top of your stairs it’s snow on your screen and no rabbit ears. Back in your teens, your heart still felt love. On this magic summer days, it soured like a dove. you didn’t notice that the climbing began. You played your records and worked on your tan. The constant buzz, is sounding in your ears. You’ve lost communication with family and peers. Remember when your legs allowed you to play? You climbed one step higher on every day. You don’t have your tools and your toys. At this height there’s no despair or joys. To late for your fears, your questions and pain, You have entered the blank space of the white rain.
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