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Nov
12

Storms

 

The tempest comes with no warning

with winds that are much too strong

blowing in feelings all too much alarming

turning everything from right to wrong.

 

Trunks bend and branches sway,

leaves fall, clouds roll, and lightning breaks the sky.

Thoughts get muddled and love gets blown away

the knots that once held tight begin to untie.

 

Blood and scars show what once was there

the wings that once carried me are no more

The pain is more than too much to bear

Through time and space I no longer soar.

 

Whether it’s mended once, twice or thrice

like flying too close to the sun

you will always pay the final price

The wax that once held it all, soon be none.


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