The river flows....
in furious spate
banks inundated by
the overflow....
raging , tempestuous
nature.....
overwrought by
it's own cries....
the roar of the waters...
out of control
holding back no more
nothing to stem
the waves.....
watching the scene.....
away and far
morose and aloof......
this is the nightmare
lived so silently....
a soul cannot hear
the deafening shouts of the
inner raging storm......
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Wanderings
PoetryWanderings of the mind and soul....a journey of self discovery... finding love,heartbreak,happiness and above all life....
