Tempest Poem by Miss Tee
Tempest
Alone in the rain
Like a beggar
Waiting for a grain.
Shivering,
Quivering;
Unable to stop trembling.
Astray in the storm,
Searching;
Exploring
For everlasting reform.
Perplexed,
Vexed;
Feeling like all’s hexed.
On the side
Of a grimy path,
Isolated, desolated;
And rather dazed.
Standing there,
Fragmented
Like a mirror
Busted,
Bruised,
Misunderstood,
And completely confused.
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