“Sometimes it’s not the things you do
but what you say
That can ultimately destroy a persons day.”
Storms
Cold wind across my bare arms
Hiding from the never ending storm.
Thunder cracking and lightning striking
torturing my lucid fear
Alone with all my tears missing my sense
Rain rain across the sky
breathing heavily
Can you tell me why,
Why you must taunt me?
And leave me here to hide
Begging for this night to end
Hidden from the windows
Pulling my knees to my chest
It’s been going on for hours
Relentless, without a rest
Thunder, thunder singing
Singing a horrific lullaby
Tell me tell me
When will it end
The horror inside and out
The door crashes against the wall
Wind howling through the door
Bringing in the rain
Screaming I pull my self into a tighter ball
The tortuous boom of the thunder
Wind, wind howling
shrieking a dark lullaby
It’s scream it’s scream
Harsh and familiar like my own voice
The pain on my arms
Nothing compared to the loss him
This horror
I can’t stand any more
the screeching
is getting old
But I can’t fight this hell
Not here
Not alone
Not anymore
Soulless
My pain on Earth is a limbo
Lost here, no way to leave
no reason to go
No heart or home
No black
No white
No feeling
No light
Like my heart
I’m soulless
Like my life
I am meaningless
Without him
I’m here
Drowning in despair
all alone
Hoping Observing
Watching Dreaming
But this is the real world
Harsh and Cold
without a heart
Without a soul
I’m nothing more than I deserve
Heartless and cold without compassion
Like the rain
I’m fallen
Like the night
I’m dissolvin’
Without him
I’m here
laying in my nightmare
All alone
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Beaten
PoetryBeaten by her boyfriend both verbally and physically, teenager Joy Lest is convinced she can't live with out him. She is lucky to have him and she doesn't deserve him. But why? She can't help but feel trapped on this world filled with wicked storms.
