I no longer complain
caged by abyss as she infringed on trust,
for I sought serenity in rain
quivering with vexation as numbness reigned,
I saw Benedict Arnold gain a disciple.
she could no longer complain
she shot me a glance of disdain,
a tacit signal was conveyed;
reluctant to find serenity from rain
in my room they left a stain,
visible to illusion fused eyes
but I could no longer complain
years after my foundation was slain,
I cackle learning peace does proceed war
as I found serenity in rain.
ignorantly I veered out of my lane,
soon gazing upon obscure terrain
bestowed with life I no longer complain,
rather I cherish the serene rush and roar of rain
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