The Storm
Forever in debt, to a faceless regret
The wind brings sin to numerous men
The storm is wretching, the branches are breaking
New faces, distant places, desolate spaces
Seeing wicked smiles for thousands of miles
An empty heart was broken in the dark
And whether the weather be better than never
It always rains, there's always pain
Deepest desires are consumed by fires
And tears leave fears that remain for years
Though the winds change, everything remains the same
In the darkest hours, there blooms the blackest flowers
There are paths that lead to a better need
Where there is chance, for love, song, and dance
Plenty are the many thoughts filled with pity
Of a world that's sad, of things never had
Children killing, never a thought of living
Evil reigns in the rain as the tears stain
Rememberance of love from legions of angels above
But then dreams were raped, lost hope and faith
The storm rises again, causing confusion within
All I have is prayer, needing you to be there
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
We all have storms we have been through and battled
Comments (10)
I liked it. It's painful truth in motion. It's a point in the cycle. Just remember that nothing stands still unless we allow it to.
Great poem and expressions...
put into words that just reach inside the soul
thankyou for this poem
bless you..
It is so natural with a strong character of the author.
You made it perfect Dementia.
Tho where there is faith, there is hope.....
we can never quit, tho others have betrayed us...
We just Look harder. and deeper, for the one word Forever
The Higher You Stand... The More you will see...
Hotrod
Loosers never win, and Winners Never Quit