I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I remember fierce storm that blew my life away.
Images burned into a sad, finely tortured mind;
reminds me of that epic and dark fateful day,
tears falling down but no good answers could I find.

So in love with my sweetheart but soon hope gave way,
when drug induced Nirvana flew into our home.
Easy now to see it in slow motion replay,
when I groped in darkness wherever I dared roam.

Raging clouds gathered within the uncertain West
as thunder spilled over into each haunting hour.
No joy in simply knowing that I did my best,
while I saw the destruction of my wild flower!

I remember fierce storm that blew my life apart.
Its massive crushing winds destroyed my aching heart.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016

Form- Sonnet, I used 12 syllables instead of ten.

Syllables Per Line:	
12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables:	168
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 
Total # Words:	124
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Raven Avatar
January 13, 2016 at 7:46 PM
Hi Robert, another excellent Sonnet from your pen. It shows that not only the good and happy things in life make us what we are. A pleasure to peruse. A seven for the depth of the write, a fave for, as i said, i am on a learning curve....Vladislav.
Lane Avatar
January 12, 2016 at 7:30 PM
Wonderful metaphoric sonnet, Robert. From the date I see this is a new one, and lovely it is.
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January 13, 2016 at 8:10 AM
Thanks Lin, as I told my friend Peter, we can embrace our past , study our mistakes and improve our lives by doing that. I have no clue how much I've forgotten until a brother or sister speaks about things we all did and I see that now my memory has erased that--even when it was very important, things involving our father, etc..
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