Storm of Her Soul

by Mousie   Jan 6, 2007


Welled up inside
Now it lets go,
Puddles of relief
The rain starts to flow.

Every drop
My hurt and my pain,
Anguish built up
My lonely soul's rain.

Thunder of anger
Sounds in my head,
Future of darkness
We all start to dread.

Lightning strikes
Unforseen doom,
Tiny little girl
In the corner of her room.

Slits and slashes
Evilest of storms,
Can barely make out
The lovely girl's form.

wow, no clue what that was, bored out of my mind and just started writing!

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  • 17 years ago

    by Sandra D

    You have a lot of talent!! i love the imagery, and i like the rhyming! great job1

    Forever*Yours

  • 17 years ago

    by LuvLyLynn

    I like this poem as well i like the descriptive words and th imagery is great...keep up the good work.... 5/5..

  • 17 years ago

    by linderrrxo

    Wow that was great i loved it great job

    ohh and that you for the commet love linda 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Laura

    I really like this poem. Very original and creative, creating very lively imagery. Internal pain can be much like the eye of the storm...
    The flow was undisturbed and your choice of rhymes were excellent.
    A very pleasurable read...5/5 for sure

  • 17 years ago

    by Laura

    I really like this poem. Very original and creative, creating very lively imagery. Internal pain can be much like the eye of the storm...
    The flow was undisturbed and your choice of rhymes were excellent.
    A very pleasurable read...5/5 for sure

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