(11-19-20)
a Storm is rising
dark, threatening, foreboding
it rolls on and on
no ending in sight
yet the Storm hides itself
behind my eyes
if you looked, you would see
the rain. the thunder. the Storm.
But no one ever does
The Storm of my soul rages on.
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Words of the Soul
PoetryRandom poetry I've written. Thanks to @FZhang for the awesome cover (again!) Most impressive tag: #78 in Thinking
