Somewhere inside of me is a restless soul,
Another faulted piece of a fractured whole.
I feel like, in my own life, I only play a minor role,
It's my show but I have no control,
And it's taking a toll.
I march on, on blistered soles,
I know that I'm about to fold,
But I can't stop until my story has been told.
I don't know what the future has to hold,
I can only hope there are streets of gold.
For far too long I've been far too cold
And under the pressure I sold my soul.
Black eyes threw me on hot coals,
In this world there are no rules.
I fear the day that I grow old.
Too little time to reach my goals,
My timeline is already full.
The dice of fate have been rolled.
And the storm rages on within me.
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The Storm - A Collection of Original Poems
ŞiirThis collection is one I started several years ago, when my life was dark and the words flowed easily onto the page. Days have changed, but The Storm never truly went away. I don't know when this project will be complete, if ever, but I know the wor...
