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.
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Author:
Iris Lynn (
Offline) - Published: October 10th, 2025 08:04
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
A lovely poem of unrest and an internal storm in this poem of a relationship. Well written
Thank you! 🖤
You are most welcome
This is a sad one.
Pain running all the way through it to the end.
Very well written and expressed poem pain, sadness and internal unrest as the storm is building,
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