Blankly I Stare - Poem by Theresa Short
Blankly I stare out the window,
Watching the rain drops fall,
Listening to the wind whistle,
As the thunder booms,
The lightning flashes,
As scared as I should be I am not.
Depression heals the fear of death and pain and scare
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