These days, questions are asked so often,
an endless list of nothing but boredom,
one afternoon though, a question was asked
about you.
How did I feel about you?
How would I be when you found someone new?
Or the words you would say to me,
remained a measly few?
Well I can answer the first one.
Imagine this.
A storm came over my Island of bliss,
Tall trees, strong and sturdy with its tender leaves,
fell to their knee's.
A tornado of confusing and unexpected pain,
tore a path to my core,
before my very eyes.
My sun in the sky . . . was gone,
Frost crept in with the stinging wind,
and the newly introduced night.
The lonely moon, slightly covered,
by the dark clouds,
wept a tear or two.
The storm was long since over now,
but left in its place,
damage and destruction was my Islands new face.
A long, jagged, bleeding scar,
throbbed faintly on the ground.
For months it lay there,
a taunting reminder and stubborn bully,
though life started again,
trees and animals began again.
You, however, stood at the end of my island,
of my paradise,
lingering to see the damage that was done,
but it seemed that I was done now,
as the waves decided to tide in,
and wash you away with the pain and the sin.
A bird, bright among the despair,
flew past, up and up into the dark greyness,
that was my sky.
I stood suddenly, feeling was coming back to me,
the sky tore open,
and the last tear drops fell warm on my skin,
and suddenly, it was all clear again.
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Enter My Wonderland
Poetry(Every one of these poems has a story behind them, whether if their from my life, or just a story) These poem's that you may or may not read, have no theme. Some hold my thoughts, my views on life, some are purely imagination. So please read away an...
