Storm

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    Storm

    Drowning in the sorrow of my heart.lost in the abyss of finding that one that will complete me.

    wishing, hoping, longing for that one soul to fulfill all of my needs.

    The tears that I cry only make me wish that it didn't have to be this way.Sometimes I stay awake for long hours just wishing and imagining that you were lying here with me.

    Feeling the tears well up in my eyes I try to fight back all of these thoughts and feelings I thought were buried deep inside of me, locked away in the pits of my soul to never return.

    Never satisfied,always hungering for the next soul to possibly be the one but always end up in disappointment.

    But how does one know that it's going to work? How does someone know I'm the one?When things go in the right direction, there will always be someone or something to disassemble it.

    The words spoken, like a wrecking ball ready to destroy something that was once created in such a beautiful nature.The act of being dangerously in love, the most crucial level could never amount to the ocean of tears wasted on the ones who hurt me.

    I hit rock bottom, ground zero, nothing or no one to help me, hear me but me.The world weighing heavy upon my shoulders.Chains binding me, no escaping to see whats ahead.

    I realize that I am in a state of a storm. Whatever rain forms into tears, what ever heartbreak was an earthquake. Whatever person or object caught in it has the possibility of survival but do I? Will I survive my own storm?

    Screaming, yelling, crying, yet no one hears me still.Kicking, fighting, pulling, yet I can't escape.Thoughts and memories run through my mind as tears fall uncontrollably.

    The storm was not created for you but yet for me.The tests and trials of my life have lead me up to this situation of being bound by chains in the midest of my own storm.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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