Broken Poem by HERRI ANGEL

The wind was always thought to carry sorrows away,
but even the tornado made mine to stay.
The rain brings good memories
and also hurting stories.
Finally, fear of the unknown
has been known.
The rain falls so heavily,
wish it was my pain that fell so steadily
the wind comes with many whispers,
but the tree despire.
These where all methods
and know unable to cross the odds.
That's why nothing can be fixed,
'Cos everything was mixed.