My Feelings

As I walk a Black Sea of turmoil and misfortune. I see not the lights of the loved ones I once new. I see them as empty shells that were fired by life's gun. But even though I walk this dismal ocean 'tis not mean I have no fortune. With them come the life and souls that I new but have yet flew. With new faces that enter this darkness I do all but shun. The new lights that though they may guide they do not quell the dark inside. There are some that when I see I feel better in a way that make me normal. There are some that make an anger of midsummer storm attack my ocean. Though I will not feel it for deep within this ocean I do reside. For this is something I hide well within though it may seem abnormal.