The Storm Is My Song

by Amaranthine   Sep 17, 2009


-Water falls-

[Its cold and clear; the outline is there.
I can hear it.
I can see it.
I cannot bear it.

The storm is coming, be ready, its coming.

Thunder commands my name; the wind screams it!
Lightning blinds me, the flood traps me. I'm not ready.]

You lay undisturbed, Why?
Its raining. Can't you see that I'm crying?
Can you not remember me?
Your the downfall of my sanity

Words will not escape my lips; I'm breathless.
Does God invite me to Death?

I do not define: perfect
That's unreal, might as well be evil.
Without doing any wrong, your ignorant. Pick one!
And you blame me for doing so?

No one to hold my hand, the storm washes me away.
I am drowning, you hold my last and only lifeline.
Why is oxygen escaping?

[Its cold and clear; the outline is there.
I can hear it.
I can see it.
I cannot bear it.

The storm is coming, be ready, its coming.

Thunder commands my name; the wind screams it!
Lightning blinds me, the flood traps me. I'm not ready.]

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  • 15 years ago

    by Dark Savior

    Very interesting choice in the symbolism that you used. I didn't quite get it the first time(Which is odd for me). I suppose we all feel swept away by society(I believe that's what it's about) or a person.

    It's almost like you look at the rest of the world as they pass you by and the person who is honestly the one who you thought you could trust is no longer there, that they have changed so much that you're not even sure that it even existed.

    ah, but alas, I'm blabbering again. Please excuse my out spoken manner.

    This poem is enjoyable. It's not of my favorite subject. That being said I was able to connect with it on an oddly close scale.

    Wonderful poem.

    Regards,
    Shaun.

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