Clenched fists open up and capture the rain,
He searches the sky, Looking for an explanation,
The red drops inundate the ground,
Spilling out betrayel and dishonesty.
Standing up, The cold air whips his face,
The sharp pain he's learnt to love,
Watching his prey immerse in the water,
Sinking down to the depths of sleep,
A rest well deserved
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I already released it but accidently deleted it. ah well.
