Yeah.... I don't know where this came from. Oh well.


Storm

The thunder rolls above me,
Like a low and spiteful taunting.
I'm so desperate to escape,
From my thought's incessant haunting.

The violent storm above
Is so much like my mind.
Entrancing and yet deceitful,
Never to rewind.

It never seems to slow,
Or to revert to what has past.
Never knowing the next part,
Or how long each will last.

The storm just never ceases;
Oh how long I have endured.
The endless torture of my mind
Has made my fate ensured.



Poetry by Surreal
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Written on 2007-02-10 at 03:44

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Zoya Zaidi
A very imaginative piece of poetry dear Surreal!
This is called the real poetic touch!
Welcome to the bay from my side!
Love, Zoya
2007-02-10