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Tempest of The Soul

Tempest of The Soul

 

The heart weighs the balances

Trying to decipher wordless cries

Forth with feelings rush in

The siren song plays as hope dies

 

Mind deciphering thoughtful meaning

Synaptic processors run full steam

Chemicals dump into streams of red

Making rivers out of the stream

 

Words and pictures from past days dreamed

Scroll like reels posted in the mind

Forth with they play with wills of their own

And solace is hard to find

 

Tis perpetual motion without remedy

A sea tossed to and fro

Fort with the tempest of the soul

With waves and wind doth blow