Disorder Poem by Robert Smith
Disorder
Rating: ★4.5
howl of wind
a taste of chance
and salt and sea and
circumstance
grids of life
in heartbeat time
tears in our precious
paradigm
disorder
will dance and sing
when comfort is not
comforting
is it wrong
to shun the warm
and seek the beauty
of the storm?
Monday, November 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: storm,nature,stress,wind,chaos
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4/24/2024 1:36:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is great man I like the part where you said is it wrong to shun the warm, that single part meant a lot to me I have been shunned a whole bunch in my life but it has never changed me from caring for those who feel alone. Good stuff keep it up.