Thursday, April 4, 2019

Storm

Hush my raging mind
I know there is much to speak
Shed that roiling storm
Of which you reek
Through the waves that
Crash and burn
There are lessons yet
That we must learn
Drown and swim
Fill our soul to the brim
Rip the tide
And crawl ashore
You will find the home
You once knew before
There we'll rest
In calmer climes
In happiness
Till the end of times

Alas till then
We must toil on
Look the storm in the eye
And say be gone
Be gone

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