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Drip, drip, drop,
Rain beats upon one’s rooftop;
Steadily in shifts,
Pounding bass into it’s mix.
The melodic tone of nature's tears,
Wreak havoc on my Fibro fears.

Lyrics defined by suffering,
Rhythmic beads portray each song;
Purple tears, my petals of pain,
Are the cadence I wish to prolong.

Will these same notes beat forever,
Or set my thoughts adrift?
Into a state of mindless pleasure,
Where I can feel the downbeat shift.

Heaven’s sorrow is a chorus,
Which saturates my soul;
Outwardly, I’m dying,
Yet inwardly, I’m whole.

By: Debra Brent
09.30.2018

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