A perfect storm.
Behind brown eyes.
Thunder and lighting by disguise.
Torrential downpours.
Foggy dawn rise.
For this is the storm that rages through the night.
Never ceasing.
Always increasing.
Until the flood gates burst.
Until all the storm is but hurt.
Sadness.
Pain.
Torment.
All the things that ever swirl in the clouds.
The storm is raging now.
Drowning out all sound.
Will anyone be able to weather it?
Or will they all just drown?
Give up, live in the storm.
Till everything is torn.
No more fight to give.
No one left to live.
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Inside My Head -Short poems
PoetryCome, fellow readers, and writers. Take a seat, pour a cup of your favorite drink, sit back, relax and delve deep into the corners of this poetry collection. Including; Sonnets, Couplets, free verse and short, this book will have a variety to choose...
