My fire was doused and in its place
waves battered me.
They thought I was lost, but darling
I've just turned my wildfire
into a hurricane.
Now let me show you why
storms are named after people.
YOU ARE READING
Chapters of Me
PoetryStruggling with depression, these poems are my late night thoughts and my internal cries. They are all the chapters of me.
Storms
My fire was doused and in its place
waves battered me.
They thought I was lost, but darling
I've just turned my wildfire
into a hurricane.
Now let me show you why
storms are named after people.