Anna Hopper Poet Rhyme

Storm

The winds of change
Brew tides of grief
The lion, slain
To spoil the meat

 Your efforts prove
No avail
Your heart was true
But still, you fail

You’ve been let down
You feel mislead
The absent sound
Of books unread
 
The empty home
Of lurking ghosts
You feel alone
In crowds, the most

You can’t explain
You never will
Release the vein
Of how you feel

And this is why
You choose to dance
The earth won’t dry
Don’t take a chance

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