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The Lost Storm
Tears of despair leave a forlorn face
Each drop filled with a memory of broken dreams
Overhead a single cloud seems to loom
It follows me wherever I wander
It's as if the storm is tied to me
We sat in a field that felt like home,
empty
My tears fell once more, and the storm sobbed as well
Before I knew it, roses encompassed me
Black roses is what they were
I know how they felt
Unnatural, no color.......ugly
The storm and I are one in the same
Both searching
Both lost
Each drop filled with a memory of broken dreams
Overhead a single cloud seems to loom
It follows me wherever I wander
It's as if the storm is tied to me
We sat in a field that felt like home,
empty
My tears fell once more, and the storm sobbed as well
Before I knew it, roses encompassed me
Black roses is what they were
I know how they felt
Unnatural, no color.......ugly
The storm and I are one in the same
Both searching
Both lost
Published 16th Oct 2022
Author's Note
We have all felt like this at one point. I recently had a conversation with a friend, the way he spoke moved me. Enough that I had to turn his feelings into a poem. The purpose of this poem is to be relatable, hopefully I accomplished that. All feedback is welcome.
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21st Oct 2022 3:46am
Black is a color. Not a happy one not a beautiful one but tpu have to find beauty in it somewhere.
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- Edited 8th Dec 2022 2:45pm
27th Oct 2022 00:50am
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