Storm
Now
What do I do
Now that my mood turned blue
And my heart burned too
Out of control
Scorching the soul
Too late for survival are
Your lips of revival.
Now
What do I say
Now that your words are blowing away
As I clutch at the breeze
Fall to my knees
You are deaf to my pleas
As in dreams i scream
Stay.
Now
What have I left
Among remnants of emotional theft
I captured love but now
Bereft
Of all feeling
To damaged for healing.
And all i hear, and all I see
Are echoes of what used to be
Swept forever out to sea
By this storm.
poem by Kevin East
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