Balance Game Poem by megan meakin

The anger builds up,
and the love faids away,
your unpredictable storm,
pushes me away.

Sometimes it's calm,
the eye, sent away
our love together
here to stay?

Then the wind is fierce,
and the hail takes control,
as we fall apart,
we slowly unrole.

I retreat like prey,
yet wish you to stay,
my admirable storm,
who changes the way.

Finally all is calm,
my eyes are set,
I weep and dream
as you completly forget.

Storm, so strong,
so perfect, now gone,
as i, hopless prey
wither away.