Rainbow Not
I do not make rainbows,
But thunder from a different art -
I am kind to slaughter,
Death, nobody thanks her -
Clouds so dark in my sky,
Rain drops that makes me high -
Blue i do not see,
Not even in my sea -
I water pain everyday -
I seeked destruction,
Yesterday -
I do not play a flute,
I never will confront,
And obey - I battle my darkness,
I have no moon -
I see the sun,
Before the room -
Of death, i want to hide,
She has no sides -
I bare in mind,
Hours is also time -
I silk in the sand,
I bake by the land -
Waters of drought,
Am i on route -
The deeper i dig,
I dug with the pigs -
I want my soul to be clensed -
I have many broken bends -
I run, i saw,
The blade, by my blood,
Is which i draw - not to be found - not on the ground
poem by Unic Cjonr
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