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
And—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,
It storms, when even out of season?

I can't seem to shake it—
It's clouded all around me.
The dark, it invades—
Stygian air, it 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 the human 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 still 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—now, this appears so PURE!


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