Myth
After so many days of rain,
I flinch in the early light.
I adapt to my surroundings
Like any helpless creature.
This is how myths are made,
The human reaction to weather,
To change. Around the corner,
Unseen monsters scheme.
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Is it me, or does that dude look like Thom Yorke? Maybe it was the poem itself.
I would picture him in an action movie after reading this.
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