The Great Storm Is Coming
Storm ahead
It's coming.
Winter's drowning
The hope I carry.
Feeling airy
But not wary
With nothing left to bury.
Dreamt of hope,
Dreamt of having dreams
At all.
Dreamt of a life
Far-fetched from what I already have.
Not necessarily a good life
Compared to what I have.
For now.
Complex thought process
Such nonsense.
My lines don't even make much sense,
But I still carry confidence
Within myself.
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Deep Thoughts in The City
PoetryThoughts that have just occured to me. Abstract, soulful, dramatic; my poems are about pretty much everything. I try to post daily :)
