kendyll brown

Quiet Storm

Tears slowly form, and run down my pain sighted eyes
Ashamed of what I've become
Ashamed of my life
Hurting something terrible
close to the edge
my only relief would be if i were dead
stuck and confused
not knowing if the things you say are true
i trusted you with my life
i trusted you with my heart
and now you laugh as you slowly rip it apart
Feeling the rip long after the tear
i look at my life, and realize it's not fair
a young black soul
standing alone
looking lost
looking cold
no arms to keep me warm
rising up into a quiet storm

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 3, 2010

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