A curtain drawn on the sun;
A summer storm pouring down.
Gale of winds brush past
making you lose your breath.
Emotions start to rile
Thoughts start to pile
letting your words become vile
as tears start to flow down.
The fog settles
as the mind rages
and bones
start to feel uncomfortable
in your skin
as the swallowed air
seems to be too thick.
During those days
some just want to curl up in a ball,
take cover
and watch laughter evoking shows
to get you through.
Some want to
fight through the storm
trying to hold on to
the bleak of glimmer
that maybe there.
Some find comfort
in the presence of others
letting them be their crutch
and drink their potion of love.
Some just want to
cry a river nile
letting sadness trail down their cheek
to let it all out.
Some remain in the
black silences
falling apart to the rhythm of solitude
as the black matter multiplies
and they implode
falling back into the abyss.
- Beautiful Sensitive Soul
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 3:05 AM UTC
A curtain drawn on the sun;
A summer storm pouring down.
Gale of winds brush past
making you lose your breath.
Emotions start to rile
Thoughts start to pile
letting your words become vile
as tears start to flow down.
The fog settles
as the mind rages
and bones
start to feel uncomfortable
in your skin
as the swallowed air
seems to be too thick.
During those days
some just want to curl up in a ball,
take cover
and watch laughter evoking shows
to get you through.
Some want to
fight through the storm
trying to hold on to
the bleak of glimmer
that maybe there.
Some find comfort
in the presence of others
letting them be their crutch
and drink their potion of love.
Some just want to
cry a river nile
letting sadness trail down their cheek
to let it all out.
Some remain in the
black silences
falling apart to the rhythm of solitude
as the black matter multiplies
and they implode
falling back into the abyss.
- Beautiful Sensitive Soul
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