You are a tempest.
Your winds
Made my wings sore.
Now they cannot soar.
You are a chain.
Your hold
Has kept me enfettered.
Now I am weak.
You are a monster
Your roar
Has awoken me on silent nights.
Now I am tired.
You are a knife.
Your sharpness
Shred me to pieces.
Now I am broken.
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Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoetryFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...
