My Storm

Takuechii on Feb 23, 2010

What I am feeling at the moment… is inescapably contained.

Locked inside my own world,

I refuse to be contained.

A horrible storm, in my direction, is hurled.

Tears pour heavily like rain.

Banging on the doors,

Pulling on the locks,

Meeting deadly waves at each shore,

And in the waves, jagged rocks.

Is there no escape for me,

Trapped inside this world?

Is this all there is to see?

Just one more storm to be hurled.

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Comments (3)

F J McCarthy on Feb 24, 2010
very nice poem thank you, I hope there is a part two,I think it would work well, just my humble opinion. Thanks again.
Yours F J McCarthy
Versatile Artist on Feb 24, 2010
As I read this,I thought of the many storms that this piece could cover.And agrees with the previous comment,a part 2 of this could be possibly writen.
twincapes on Mar 1, 2010
Very insightful, sometimes we create our own storms inside. thanks-

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