The ice is cold, As the thunder rolls, And the angry wind blows.
It scratches and pulls, At my heart and soul, And so the storm goes.
I sit on my hill, And see things no one will, As secrets plauge my heart.
The storm gets rough, The people in a huff, And then the stillness will start.
I know it's a lie, Though things won't fly by, How I wish the peace would last.
But I know more, As I wait for, The eye of the storm to pass.
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Poems of mine for you to read, many of them more on the dark side. "A beautiful forgotten view, Haunted dreams of what you never knew, Once soared with laughter through the sky, Now left broken wings that will never fly. Trapped inside this wicked c...