It feels like I am in a storm.
Being picked up by the violent wind,
and thrown around so I lose my sense of direction,
my sense of purpose,
Just to have all the sticks and stones of the past thrown at me.
The rain pelts down on me,
piercing me like needles,
and washing all the happiness away.
Then I reach the the middle.
The eye of the storm.
Everything is perfectly still.
But not in a peaceful way.
The quietness takes over and soon I feel nothing,
happiness nor pain.
I am numb.
I am done.
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Blue feelings
PoesieSoooo, this is not really going to be a story. It will be a collection of poems and quotes I like. The writing will mostly be in English but occasionally in German. Lastly, (just as a heads up) these poems do not have a certain structure, or for tha...
