Private Storm

A storm is brewing in my mind

forming black clouds of dark thoughts

Thundering, thundering until my head aches

Tears flow like rain but they can’t wash away the sadness nor the pain

There is no place of shelter, no refuge I can seek

for my heart too is in turmoil, feeling its own commotion

with no end in sight, no shining ray of light or hope

All I can do is sit and dream of you  and let the storm rage on

 

 

 

 

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