Torrential Memory

Iris Lynn

I feel it clouds begin to brew,

Impulsive thoughts rain down in steady hue.

Lightning lashes through my aching chest,

Thunder surges, veins unrest.

 

Wind drives tears across my face,

Grief becomes my wild disgrace.

The memory of you a torrential flood,

Your fragile form, my heart’s lifeblood.

 

You pluck the seams of all I am,

A soul unraveling in the storm’s demand.

No forecast could have warned me so

You are the chaos I’ll never outgrow.

  • Author: Iris Lynn (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 10th, 2025 08:04
  • Category: Sad
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