Tempests
Destructiveness is what was left for me
To pick through the pieces of misery, love, and fear
You led me astray to that path
Where your arches opened under a veil of disguises
Where darkness took me far away from myself
Left, was an empty shell of a beautiful soul
A serene spirit in the eye of a storm
Who succumbed and weathered
Instead of being comforted by a peaceful rain.
Copyright © Holly Ward | Year Posted 2013
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