Anthemic beats fill our hearts and lungs
Make us go thump thump thump
And get sucked up a whirlpool
of seemingly endless ecstasy.
Whispers in our ears
Tell us that they're near
But we soon forget although there's
Nothing to fear.
We lose our minds so easily
We ought to listen more closely
Before the beats engulf us deeper
In a sea of misery in our future.
It's not written in our bones
Yet it's engraved in our hearts
For only pain can alter it's desire
For all our reveries and cuts.
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Storms and Other Short Poems
Poetryᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴇᴍs ᴀs ᴘᴇʀᴇɴɴɪᴀʟ ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ Storms are temporary. They come and go, but when they hit us, we may not be prepared. These poems may seem bleak and dark at first but as you read along, you'll realise that all we have to do t...
