Storm

The pain enters again

Like a storm blowing in

The calm destroyed

Suddenly by thunder

The comforting darkness broken

As lightening strikes

Warmth cut

By the heavy cold rain

No longer the peace

I have grown to long for

 

-Mysty Rayn

 

 

 

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

It's a little longer, but it has that haiku spirit.

I sense an irony in this poem. That in the process of acknowledging psychic turmoil, the writerly calm takes over, like the eye ("I') of the storm itself.

That's quite apart from the fact a storm can be beautiful in itself, non-personified.

I think this poem creates eye of the storm peace for itself in its brief journey, and I enjoyed it.

[soulsearching]

This reminds me of the most beautiful weekend on the beach with everything you could have ever dreamed of coming true, then your in the car riding home and all at once you think "oh my god I have to go back to work', that's when it hits like a storm, life's to short to only go to the beach on weekends..

Loved it
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[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

i don't think I could have said it better, when the love you thought you had disappears your emotions can become like a hurricane and tornado all at once leaving you emotionally destroyed inside and having to clean up the mess. I know that feeling all to well.