A storm brews within my soul,
I am the source of my own undoing.
Unfulfilled dreams haunt my waking days,
The pains of my past live's haunt me.
Yet, from the darkness a shadow calls,
It haunts my heart and screams at my soul.
Taunting me with the dreams of yet to be,
Is this the heart my soul yearns for?
Shall I surrender all that I am to this emotion?
Or shall I watch it pass by like so many others?
How shall I know the heart that I must claim? ...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
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