Eye of the Storm
You could not see me coming, no way to be warned.
All the hurt inside me, I am the eye of the storm.
Calm trickery surrounds you.
The scenery quite a majestic view.
Then the madness astounds you.
Left standing are very few.
I will prevail that which disturbed me.
I've remained silent far too long.
For those that made me suffer,
will know that they were wrong!
Copyright © April Davis | Year Posted 2015
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