the wind whispers like your hushed sobs, comforting and powerful
the rain falls like your bitter tears, drowning the painful memories
the thunder rumbles like your aching mind, shouting above the anger
the lightning illuminates the sky like the glow of your cigarette, out shining the darkness in your soul
the dark, stormy clouds billow like your shield of smoke, choking out the voice of hate
and then the storm died out, leaving nothing but dewdrops and a mess in its wake. in the morning, the sun was shining.
you died out too, leaving nothing but teardrops and sadness at your wake. in mourning, the sun was crying.
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poesíathis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
