I love the sound of rumbling thunder,
It fills me with comfort,
As I stare at the grey skies with wonder.
It helps control the thoughts and demons of the past,
While trying to make everything last.
To save your's I'll let my dreams perish,
Looking forward to seeing your's flourish.
Just these last few minutes of comfort before I wither,
Knowing I'll be saving you,
As your personal well wisher
YOU ARE READING
depths of my mind
Poetrya collection of original poems by me A look into my eventual demise through words.
