Passive Storms
The sunset on a day like thisBrings back the pain and memories
The northern wind chilling my thoughts
As my tears fell with the breeze
The trees with solemn faces
Could only look up in disgrace
And clouds leadened with betrayal
Brought melancholy to this place
Forgiveness was the water I reached of
Compassion the bread I wanted to eat
Yet like mirages vanished without warning
And left me to suffer in the heat
I needed the touch of a stranger
That wouldn't judge me for my past
Hoping I'd gain control of my hurt
So that the pain inside doesn't last
I'll continue my walks in the wood
My surroundings dark and warm
Knowing I will try to escape
Those are my passive storms
Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2014-01-26 at 08:59
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