the sky flashes
searing open its heart
sending a bolt
to the underworld
piercing through me;
but not past
for i lie at the very bottom
of this treacherous place.
everything is in light
for a second,
i remain invisible.
the Gods scream in agony
their flesh ripped out
by their children
dancing in this showering rain.
TheHyperteen 
Poetry isn't supposed to be logical, is it? 😛
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It is logical to me 😉 Exactly what I feel about the rain.
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And still it rains from the sky and from those tired eyes…Nice piece (: loved it (Y)
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thanks ! 😀
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