others staying in the seating area. They were menacing humans, their clothes worn out and their expression showed the lack of consideration for life. They were truly frightening. I watched as they all took out weapons, weapons that could easily take the life of any person currently in the room. I was soon struck by the shear incredulous situation I was in. Just a few seconds ago, I was laughing and joking around with my family and friends. Yet in such little time all the joy and laughter was stole from us and dumped in its place was fear. It was an ugly sensation, the feeling of fear taking over your senses. It creeps into you and intensifies every second you let it stay. I could hear my heart beating, gaining momentum. Its usual cadence pace became a quick fast paced tempo. I could see everything, yet nothing. I stopped perceiving the world around me,
Title of Poem By name of person Lazy days, Standing in the rain, Although I have to clean the glass tomorrow, At least I get to dance in the downpour today, Not caring what’s behind me, Or in front, Drinking every drop of rain, In these relaxed moments, I am free. People are always working, So that their days are always shining, But they never see the sunlight, Because of the rain they create, Why doesn’t anyone sing in the rain? Why don’t they taste freedom? Because they’re too busy to try, They can’t see past their obligations, They only see the rain. The rain doesn’t have to be a wall, It can be release, Daily pains don’t have to be routine, It’s how we view the storm, That makes it cloudy, It’s how we ignore the sun, That makes us crave it, It’s the one way glass we see rain through, That makes it an obstacle to freedom.
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