A Quiet Storm
A quiet storm is raging in my head
The mangled thoughts, they churn out of control
Confusion is what’s left of the debris
A lifeless lump contains an empty soul
A heart bereft of love will tempt the clouds
I’ll not survive the darkness and the rain
Nothing will grow where love does not exist
Nothing will live, a dry barren terrain
A quiet storm is raging in my head
Why you have gone, a mystery to me
Relive; rethink each day, each word you said
I must escape, to shelter I must flee
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017
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