The Storm
The winds of time blow through the mind
Rustling the thoughts within
Thoughts which will be hard to find
When the storm begins
A silent storm with winds of despair
Which leaves only a blur
All that's left is a vacant stare
The thoughts now fail to stir
The winds of time blew through the mind
And things now take a new form
The breeze that blew seemed so unkind
For now I, am the 'I' of the storm
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12-4-18
The I of the Storm Contest
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2018
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