((I'm going to start putting some of my poems on here. Though if I catch anyone stealing these I'll let loose all hell onto them!! *putting it nicely*))
An obsure cloud blankets my soul Veils of shadows begin to unfold Gales of coldness infests my heart Thoughts tumble, rumble through my mind An electric prickle under my skin Rage surges within Vision gone Waterfall of emotions rain down.
Numbness of senses overcome A rift in the storm A blade of light Cuts through the gloom & gives me sight A temporary calm A soothing silence The eye before the next storm.
I've been told that this is VERY deep. Though some poems that are written from the heart don't always turn out bright & cheerful. How do you think people like Edgar Allen Poe got famous? Ja ne.