none at present

just thoughts

The pain so sharp,

will fade away,

a needles prick,

a lie you hear,

thunder quits its rumbling roar,

sleep will bring a peace,

tomorrow,

and will become,

what today could not,

the fear you felt,

will melt like ice,

a river flows,

from hill to sea,

once feeling all alone,

a hand reached out,

to touch the hurt,

at last a peace has once more come ,

now you are free,

the window clears so you may see,

the gentle falling new soft rain.

 

 

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Sweet poem. Thank you for sharing. Debileah