How are you, really?
Behind your facade
Are you lost or were you found?
Or has your existence began to fade?
How are you, really?
In the cerulean nights
Do you gaze the stars or the dew?
Were you killed or did you fight?
How are you, really?
Sitting near the sea shore
Did the breeze give you wings?
Were you drowned or did you kiss the sky?
-Scar
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The Storm Within
PoetryThe Storm Within is the reflection of my inner mind. It is an escape from the realm of the living to the realm of feelings. It is a compilation of the chaos that silences the storms in my heart.
