The world still spins.

The world still spins,
Just like my head,
When thoughts overwhelm with the feeling of dread,
My hearts races when the rage swirls within,
But outside in the trees the birds still sing,
When tears creep down my cheeks so free,
The rain patters the window elegantly,
When the blackness sets in with the sadness it brings,
I close my eyes and the world still spins.



Poetry by Melissa Ormond
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Written on 2016-10-03 at 22:06

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful rhymes and a deeper meaning.
2016-10-06



The world will keep spinning and so will our heads
Sadly
2016-10-04


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice. I especially liked

The rain patters the window elegantly
2016-10-04


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
There will always be tomorrows. All new days , like blank pages to write on , of better days , that we can write , of new beginnings. On all those pages of tomorrows.
Ken
2016-10-03