I shout out my pleas, there's no one to see
The storm takes its toll---I no longer am me
The room's no flooded and I am too
Drenched down with thoughts of sadness and gloom
The window's open, the clouds come in
The light goes off, the room turns dim
I sit in my circle as the rain pours clear
Vision is blurry, mixed in with tears
I wait for my signal to know that I'm okay
The storm's far from over, I'll just have to wait
I try to survive and maintain myself
But it keeps getting worse and there's no one to help
The window's open, the clouds come in
The light goes off, the room turns dim
I sit in my circle and pray I disappear
like a dark cloud dissipating---I cower down in fear
No way to escape, so I become one
I'm lost in the storm---the storm of love
No longer able to ride this out
Evacuation-no other route
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Author:
psychofemale (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
A good write P/F.
ive filled my quota for today, but tomorrow, let me know if mine tomorrow resonates.
nice write my friend
thank you all so much 🙂
A slew of interesting near, end, and internal rhymes to navigate one through this great storm, this storm of love. One day soon we’ll each ride straight into the greatest love storm of all - I pray each with “open arms and hearts.”
very nicely written
Powerful!
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