In her was a raging storm
Where no man dared to set sail
So the storm waged on,
Unending, waiting for the brave soul
Who would tame her roaring waters
And teach her what it meant to love
But as for now,
the storm rages on,
Drowning and destroying
everything in sight
No matter the pain it causes her,
Because it's the only way she can
feel anymore
The only way she doesn't
have to be so alone
In that vast sea of darkness
She calls her mind
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Tacenda
Poetry|#1 in free verse| Tacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence Just a random collection of poems & thoughts. I hope that someone, somewhere can relate to what I was feeling when I wrote these and that they can know...
