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Dec 2018
Fires are for the hopeless soul,
the souls with nothing left in them but broken bits and bones.
They try to drown it out,
but it only feeds the flames,
soon turning it into,
an out of control raging inferno.

Floods are for desperate souls,
drowning any purpose of life,
they are pulled to and fro,
their breath all but dead.

Snow is for the empty soul,
cold and guilty,
void of anything but control.
Yet it covers them,
leaves them in a blanket of protection,
though it leaves there skin red and raw.

Hail is for the restless soul,
the pent-up energy,
the out of control,
the burning craze.
It cools there rage,
yet they can't see far in front of them,
they live in the here and now.
The hail hurts there skin,
leaving them cold and raw.

Earthquakes are for the broken souls,
the ones who worry to and fro.
Their lives are fine,
even great,
until the earthquake comes and breaks.
In an instant, it rips apart,
what had been a perfectly planned life.
It comes and cracks the land,
decimates it without a second glance.

Each of these has claimed our souls,
our lives, our time, our only goals.
and yet I trust you will go,
today with a message of hope.
If you try with all you have,
to fight these things I have said,
though it will be tough,
the journey long and hard,
met with troubles,
and many sorrows,
You. Will. Succeed.
And see the light again.
I haven't written a poem in about 2 weeks (or at least finished a poem, or came out with anything good). It feels really good writing something again.
IsleOfFlightlessBirds
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IsleOfFlightlessBirds  13/F/Michigan
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     ---, Ivana Rodriguez, sue and M-E
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