As winter, fleeing
As winter arriving
As smoke, far-seeing
As smoke, conniving
I, the tsunami, crash on open rocks
My heart, guarded by building blocks
My mind, the city that never sleeps
My demons, the wanted creeps.
As the people praying
As the people, quailing
As the world straying
As the world, veiling
I, the wind, knock on my door
My shadow prowling on the floor
My despair, chained by wrinkled
darkness
My nightmare sinking
deeper
and
deeper
into
tragic
sharpness.
As the caves stifle
As the caves strain air
Oh, is it a trifle
If there is no care?
I, the cyclone, twisting in pain
My soul churning in disdain
Over water, the reflection glares
Under trees uprooted, branches
snapping in pairs.
As the moon shrouded thickness
As the moon — washed in subtle light
As June's breath in stillness
As June grieves in the night
I, the storm, rage and pour
My blood coursing rivers galore.
– I, The Storm
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the words I kept
Poetry"𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓱..." these are the feelings I carried with me, thoughts I held back, scars I hid, and all the words I kept; my friend and my foe. Warning: some may be triggering, dis...
