The Storm

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The storm in her eyes

Rivals the pitter-patter of rains

And drowns

Her precious grain of hope

Lost at sea; wishes crushed in the squall.

 

The tempest rises

A swell here, an ebb there

The pain, the hurt, the agony

In furious waves they lash at her ribs

Her spirit crashes against the shore; a deafening silence.

 

Like a rag caught in the current

With the tide, she slowly drifts

And sinks to the bottom of the capricious sea.

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