Tornado of Emotion

Tornado of Emotion

A Poem by Charlène Boutin
"

Will it remain forever the same?

"

Am I lost in my own mind?

Did I leave it all behind?

How must I swim back to reality?

Where did I end up in this mystery?

It has twirled around my feet

Pulled on hard and drove me deep

Right to the core of insanity...

Locked away from reality...

Choking on my grief

Awaiting the relief

Of remembrance

And deliverance

An eternity left to go

For my mind to remain so

Emotions in me stinging

The anguish ever rising

My own thoughts whip my back

'Til the bones become slack

And the blood had dripped down

On my innocence; my only gown

Shuddering pain

No personal gain

Will it remain

Forever the same?

My mind's eyes are closed and hidden

My heartbeat stops, my thoughts have fallen

In this tornado I am imprisonned

Never again will my dear soul be reasonned

© 2008 Charlène Boutin


Author's Note

Charlène Boutin
My personal favourite of all my poems, I will say.

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oh yeah, this is my favorite too!! its fantastic such skills you have. I am becomming jelous

Posted 15 Years Ago


speaks of whirlwind of emotions...sailing dangerously.
"On my innocence; my only gown", what a amazing line!!!

it captures the essence of emotions that everyone of us goes through. keep comming!

Posted 15 Years Ago


This is a tornado of blistering emotion expressed in a poetic storm! I can see why it's your personal fav poem - the pace and essence is electric. I love it.







Posted 15 Years Ago


So very powerful: "Choking on my grief...Awaiting the relief..." You capture the overwhelming wind of emotion so vividly! Brilliant, deep write!

Craig



Posted 15 Years Ago



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Charlène Boutin
Charlène Boutin

Montréal and Val-d'Or, Canada



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There's more to this world than we see. Artists are gifted with the vision of this world, and can bring forward these visions to others. The world I see goes beyond my eyes, beyond my own life. I hop.. more..

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