she listens to the storm raging on,
The rain dancing on the glass,
Ones like her there are very few,
The storm outside is nothing compared to the one beyond,
Over her heart is a black cloud great in mass,
Lightning of hatred strikes as if on kew.
The storm outside,
Covers the sound of her tears,
Thunderous voices scream inside her head,
her internal storm is hard to hide,
It's continued to grow over the years,
The tornado of agony has torn her soul to shreds,
The storm started in her heart,
The the thunder went to her brain,
Lightning bolts of hatred she sends,
The lonesome winds are tearing her apart,
From her eyes fall's more rain,
All she can do it sit and wait for it to end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A deep and emotional poem, Oceanna. Thanks for sharing Peace
thanks and I don't know how it happens I just put he pen to the paper and I comes out