Natural Disasters

The pain of love ruins my mind.

Love is a natural disaster.

Like a hurricane its anguish is trapped between the shades of blue,

its pain knows the depths of the oceans, yet clings to the freedom of the sky.

Love is a natural disaster.

Like a tornado tormented with the weight of debris it rips up the soul,

its agony gyrates the emotions, withering inside itself with the ruins of scattered wind. 

Love is a natural disaster.

Like an earthquake it breaks the spirit causing erosion between plates of passion & sorrow,

its distress caught rasping the nerves, caving within a comfortable burial of earth.

Love is a natural disaster.

Like a tsunami rushing with panic as it seeks out its wreckage in the mind,

its grief rising fast alongside its regret, absorbed like a sponge all the sorrows of the sea.

Author's Note

Up for edits..

Reviews

[T]

This really good work. You have a great imagination and a good detail for the right words.

100/100

[Dave G.]

Heartbreak is organic and necessary much like natural disasters which is why I think this piece works so well. Very well done.

[rt farris]

or is love the victim of disastrous expectations? like your metaphor and the rhythm of your piece. nice work.