Acid Rain/The Bully

Acid Rain

 

Pitter-patter, like a beating heart,

Drops streak the sky

To eventually strike the ground.

All around,

The puddles slowly build with the rise of the sea.

Darkness descends

Over the land as clouds cover the Sun.

Darkness descends

In my heart, leaving me only to the smell

Of the wet, freshly cut grass in my nose,

Leaving me only to the taste

Of the humid air on my tongue,

Leaving me only to the feeling

Of the cool of the wind on my skin,

And leaving me only to the sound

Of the

Pitter-patter,

Like a heart beating in my ears.

 

It sears and burns its way

Into my body

As if it wants to cleanse me.

The burning sensation gives off an almost plutonium glow.

The glow meanders its way

Into my brain.

I fade to a distant land.

Your words steadily echo its way

Into my ears

Burning its way

Into my body

Like acid rain.

Your clouds darken further and I find my way

Into a deeper blackness.

Almost past the event horizon.

 

It stings,

Your acid rain,

But still, I stand.

The shards of grass rip through me

Deeper than your storm.

The humidity slips off of my tongue as I spit acid,

Cringing at my own hypocrisy.

The winds die with the heat of the battle.

The pitter-patter of my beating heart beats ever faster

While the darkness fades to light

And I stare

Face-to-face with my savior.

The diminisher of the acid rain.

I stare

Into the Sun,

The eyes of my hero,

My beloved Angel.

And all that’s left to be heard is the

Pitter-patter

Of my beating heart.

The Bully

 

How dare you mess my life up!

How dare you push me around!

Nevermind, I don’t care,

‘Cause when I’m out makin’ millions,

You’ll be six feet  in the ground.

 

Let’s see how you like it.

I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine.

Nevermind, you’re not worth it,

though I wanna know what it’s like

To feel that rushing surge of adrenaline.

 

You’ve killed my pride, my sanity’s gone.

I’’m still stronger and smarter than you.

Nevermind, you can’t argue with the bully.

So, instead of throwin’ words, I’ll be throwin’ punches.

We’ll see who’s the wimp. Who’ll then be black and blue?

 

I’m not gonna sit and watch now,

I’ll fight ‘til I die.

Nevermind, it’s not worth it.

Wait, you’re comin’ at my friends?!

Now you’ll feel true pain and know what it’s like to cry.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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