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
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Author:
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