They Face the Wrath

Clothes were forgotten to the darkness

Washed clean of their worries

But exposed to the inclement weather

Rains thrash them- a lifeless anger

Of soaked helplessness; it is nature’s fury

Pegs try to control them

Weakened by the onslaught

Miserable clothes feel it is unreasonable

Ironing out differences and crumples is a myth

Yet, tasked to warm the frosty soul

Woes shrivel- resemble a forlorn ball

About to be kicked around by life

Quivering existence is a reality

Windows are shut

A world cleansed by pummeling rains

Clothes hang there spiritless

Passive onlookers and troubled wayfarers

Clothes frozen and helpless


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