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Storm
Wind rages, lightning flashes, rain pours from the sky above.
Standing stranded lost and alone, like a hand outside of a glove.
Stuck here wondering what to do with the storm that's come into my life
Wishing I was in a peaceful place where from the storm I could hide.
Yet here I am, drowning and alone, as the waters rise up higher and higher.
Wishing I had something to float on, like an air filled tire.
But alas I'm sinking, deeper and deeper, and while it?s against my will
I've dug myself a hole which is filling fast so I now drown in my own sin.
Crying out for a simple hand, someone to save me again.
I keep digging that hole, deeper, deeper deeper,
I keep watching the clouds get darker and closer.
I know the storm is coming, though I do nothing to hide,
I wait for it to reach me, then I break down and cry.
If I would only learn to not dig so deep,
To simply wait out that storm, then peacefully I can sleep.
I've been waiting a while, searching for some buried treasure,
I'm diging myself deeper, deeper and deeper.
The hole fills up and then it stops, I barely made it alive
I should climb out, I should run, but instead I simply dive.
I dig some more without learning..
When will I learn to avoid the storm??
i like it, i love its flow. you perfectly depicted your feelings as you tried to avoid the different storms in your life, and i could definitely relate to that. nice poem. ^___^