The thunder claps my window ajar.
Like never before, it seems to rain.
Look, the wind slaps the curtains like spar.
It seems, even they can feel my pain.
Into the storm I must go
For I have things to do.
The comfort of my so-called "home"
Must be left alone for a few.
The travel has been weary enough.
I've had my share of trials.
There can't be any more things rough.
They say, "Destination was just a guile."
They told me of a reward, much like
A pot of gold at the end of a 'bow.
I forgot, real rainbows have only, light
Waterdrops that finally drown below.
Do not save the best for the last.
The storm falls like a blanket on my torch.
It is blowing it out far too fast.
So, I may not last that long.
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PoetrySome are dark. Some are deep and some are just plain thoughtful. But ALL are from the heart. Sorry I suck at descriptions. But the poems are worth a try :) Updates will be slow. I write one poem in one month. But when they do come out, they are wor...
