Storms stir solemn sorrows
wrapped in thunderous lament
dark fronts blow across my heart
and stains my soul with torment
What bitter black winds do blow
and stir up this unending ache
that terrorize my existence
I long for gentle rains
that weep from the sky
gently washing away the horror
of my life, washing anew my limbs with
strength.
Freeing me from long torture, of my mental
state. But who sheds tears for those twisted
by such dark fates, as the mind tears
itself apart, and no one exists to hold
together spirit, soul, mind or heart.
Let the storms rage on, and rend what they may.
Soon nothing will be left but ruin and debris,
remnants of who, and what once was, me.















Comments
i love your style
this is a great piece
i am so glad that there are still thoughtful, young authors out there
great work
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Of all the words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these- could have been.
you really have some great work in your gallery
keep it up
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Of all the words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these- could have been.
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"Ahh...music, a magic far beyond all we do here."
-Albus Dumbledore
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For such a big place it's a small world but anything goes still I got to say: Life has it's ups and downs but I love it anyway
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For such a big place it's a small world but anything goes still I got to say: Life has it's ups and downs but I love it anyway
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