September.
It's like something's going to happen,
It's like the calm before the storm,
It's like the sun was shining but far away you could see the clouds coming.
October.
It's just you and your feelings,
It's just you and your thoughts,
It's just you and your screaming mind.
November.
It's getting more cloudy,
It's getting more darker,
It's getting unbearable.
December.
It's over, the storm has started.
It's over, the sun has stopped shining.
It's over, the calmness has transformed into thunder.
And then there's nothing left.
You can hear nothing but silence,
the storm is gone but the damage will remain visible forever.
YOU ARE READING
poems I wrote at my lowest
PoetryHey, those are some of my poems. Those poems don't have a specific "category" so they are here. Those are kind of my favorites. Enjoy!
