Rainbows In Revolt (No Pot Of Gold) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

'It's raining, it's pouring
Before my eyes—life's soaring
Flying high
As time goes by
Yet, I'm numb; I'm not in mourning? '

A question—again!
There is never an end
I cannot escape it,
I can barely breathe!
I run
And, I shriek
I can't even SEE

It Rains—
It pours
The world floods with wars!
Bloodsucking leeches—
As I remain speechless!

Do I seem furious?
Is it that bad?
Am I feeling manic?
And psychotic, and mad?

What is the purpose?
What is the reason?
Why it rains, and it pours,
And there are storms out of season?

I can't seem to shake it—
It's clouded all around me
The Dark, it invades—
Stygian air surrounds me!

Will I escape this madness?
Will I break free?
Will I find a way in which—
I can finally achieve to be:

Sovereign against this WAR?
Finished with this destructive human race?
Escape from our earthly mold,
Escape from this body, this face?

I run from the zoonotic madness,
I dive in the air
I can feel them all over me,
The blood and death soak my hair.

But this is the path;
This is my way out
So, I welcome the hemorrhage—
As in the rain, I start to shout:

'Pour it all over me,
Let me drown my sorrows! '
As the bodily fluid fills my eyes—
I kiss goodbye my 'tomorrows'

I embrace the commotion;
I'm walking through time
I found my happy place,
I discovered my cloud nine.

Expiry was always—
The answer, the cure
And the storm seems so beautiful
Yes—this appears so pure.

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