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
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2018
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