Devastation

Lost at a cost, wind- and storm-tossed on a path crisscrossed with frost
No longer sane, the weak link in a chain, history bloodstained
In my tears are smears of years, once clear but now full of fears
Hidden emotion, an ocean without motion but underneath is roiling commotion
False impressions, questions freshen with no directions, lost time is precious
Ominous whispering, feeble heart quivering, picturing misfortune quickening

Abrupt obliteration
Ending agitation
No time left for reflection
There was only
Devastation.

Reviews

[Weeping willow]

Strong emotions run through the words to express a storm falling into the winds. Nicely expressed;-]