Inside my mind it's raining.
Storm winds mocking sight
That says the sun is shining.
Chaos reaches out
To stain the flowers,
Blot the colours from the sky.
An all-consuming blight,
Constrained by Handel's symmetry
And rhythmic footsteps on the road.
I hold the darkness tight inside,
Afraid to poison all
That's left of good.
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