Storm of Pain

Storm of Pain

A Poem by Beka
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I 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. But

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Rest 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 Beka


Author's Note

Beka
I don't like the title. At all. But consedering I typed this in a total of five minutes this was the best I could conger up. Also keep in mind that I scribbled all of this down at roughly 12:15 or so last night and for a girl who goes to school at 7:30 and works til 9:30 that's pretty late. Any ideas or contributions would be lovely.

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I have to say that this , i believe , is your very best poem yet. There is much maturity in your style of descriptive language.It's funny how we hit these walls in writing and put down the pen .Thinking that we will never break through this wall that blocks us from our precocious creativity. Then from out of nowhere , woooosh! A beautiful piece of work like this just come pouring out of us.Some of the best poetry is written in this way. I am both impressed and taken a back by this piece. Many Kudos and lots of hat tipping to you my young friend. Excellent work!!!!

Mr.Lopez

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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You have been growing more and more with every poem that you write! I'm proud of you! Sorry I've been having a hard time. Just losed my dad. But I think you a brillant writer either way hunni! Hope all is well..miss you

Love anna,
Big Hugggss from me

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I have to say that this , i believe , is your very best poem yet. There is much maturity in your style of descriptive language.It's funny how we hit these walls in writing and put down the pen .Thinking that we will never break through this wall that blocks us from our precocious creativity. Then from out of nowhere , woooosh! A beautiful piece of work like this just come pouring out of us.Some of the best poetry is written in this way. I am both impressed and taken a back by this piece. Many Kudos and lots of hat tipping to you my young friend. Excellent work!!!!

Mr.Lopez

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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