Glass Storm Poem by Sharron Stephenson

Glass Storm



To see the smile on the face of a broken heart,
Look into the soul of the eyes of the storm,
To feel the sense of the windy and errie pride,
Walk the path of a mind so blank,
To call the words of pain and a cover of loneliness and,
bloody misery.
Feel the panic in the voice of a craving cry,
Hold the hand of a glassed visioned spirit.

Friday, January 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness
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no matter the day loneliness can hurt
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