The strong gale that whistles by,
Flipping through pages, ameliorating over time.
And for the years I've been, for the years I'll go,
I'll never fully know what's in store.
An absence of all warnings,
Of my present and my future falling.
And the dust of what's left of it, stings my eyes,
As the strong gale whistles by.
Incomplete dreams and unfulfilled goals,
Scaled up from my past to take their tow.
And so I don't dream, at least not anymore,
Because I'll never fully know what's in store.
All these stories from beneath and beyond,
Sink their teeth into my skin, leaving it raw.
But these wounds are my doing, my scars won't lie,
As the strong gale whistles by.
For every scar that paints my body,
There's a vivid memory, a tragic story.
The mistakes I made, that'll forever show,
Because I'd never fully known what was in store.
And every other soul seems to be doing fine,
Spreading their wings and flying high.
But I know I can never spread mine,
As the strong gale won't let me fly.
Maybe someday, there'll be rain beating me down,
And there'll be a whisper amidst all the sound.
"I left my umbrella", a quiet sigh drowned by the downpour,
Because I didn't know when the sky would lose control.
And as the strong gale strengthens its hold,
And my future shall never let me know.
Which path it's going to make me take,
Or if the only path there, is one for me to make.
And while my hands are chained to the ground,
And all my expectations weigh me down.
The strong gale shall continue to whistle by,
And I shall never have a clue as to why.
For flowers are more beautiful in the desert sand,
Maybe I can't fly, but at least I can stand.
And I'll sing softly, to the strong gale that whistles by,
Let my past and future hear my voice.
My story isn't legendary, but it still exists,
And any hope for my future has been shattered to bits.
But for as long as I live, I'll tell you for sure,
"I don't have to fully know what's in store."
~LonelyComets
16.6.18
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Crappy title ik XD
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The Falling Stars
Poetry"For every tear that fell from her eyes// A bright star came falling from the sky" Just poems.... uhhh... yeah :) Poems that basically pop up in my head at like 3am ... and are formulated over an hour or two. That ... or it was inspired by a dream :...
