Whirlwind of me
I was nothing but,
A warm gentle breeze
Stirring from within
Existing in peace
Then along came you,
Making me blow
Giving me momentum
Distrupting my flow
You took me high
Higher from the ground
Tossing me swiftly
Whirling me around.
Then abruptly you went,
Making me hit ground
Slowing my pace
Dropping me down
Now no longer within me
There was a breeze
Just stillness inside
And dead still around.
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Melencholia
PoetryAbruptly, a pull stirs within, peeling back every layer to reveal the raw terrain of your emotions. Memories surge-echoes of what once dominated, now striking with familiar intensity. Years of unspoken weight break free, pouring forth a torrent of m...
