Malice of the clouds

And just like that, strangers they become.
Old habits become a memory, to caress on lonely days.
Just like that, stubborn souls shun, but does the soul really forget.

The familiar remain just that, familiar.
Old war scars are scrapped, oh the sting.
There's something haunting about alone-ness.

The demons haunt, oh how they haunt.
Friendly gestures oh how they deceive.
Oh how easy it has been to replace, and be displaced.

Life goes on, they say.
But does it, for I am still stuck at that time,
When laughter flowed carelessly,
Not one dark thought looming like the malicious clouds above.
Oh look, how they open and pour,
The rain, it pours.

Like an unquiet company, speaking ceaselessly.
There's no stopping it now.
Oh the rain, how it pours.


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