Storm of PainA Poem by BekaI was in a very strange mood last night. The hurricane has come ashore and we're getting our part. I was laying in bed when this happened. My English teacher said to him it felt like Edgar Allen Poe and Shakesphire wrote a poem together. I'm not sure. ButRest not my tormented soul as the rain beats apon my broken windowpane.
I dare not allow my body to sway with the guisting winds that roughtly thrust around my person.
Fear is the concern that lies deep within my shallow heart.
Peache evades me as raindrops tear through me like shards of the sharpest glass.
I hide within these paper walls of false protection from the dangers that press so tightly around my shelter of lost hope, empty words, and broken promises.
Nay will this storm of overwhelming intensity allow my eyelashes to brush my cheeks in slumber and comfort.
Rest not my tormented soul as the rain beats apon my broken windowpane. © 2008 BekaAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on September 3, 2008 AuthorBekaWhere Ever my mind is most comfortable pretending to be., OKAboutMy name is Rebekha and I am a mass of contradictions and I suffer from the constant memories of my passed lives. (Not ones where you turn into insects or animals) I believe it is what inspires me to .. more..Writing
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