Gig
04-13-2009, 01:09 AM
The Storm of Life
By Gig Giegerich
From my private collection "Poetry from the darkside of the night"
The raging river racing through my veins
The water cold and wet soaking my brain
Never freedom nor refuge from the pains
The torrents within driving me insane
The storm clouds thunder and the lightning flares
Stripped of protection my soul is laid bare
And dwindling to nothing all of my cares
No one left to notice nor be aware
The beginning of the end as it starts
And ripped at the seams my poor broken heart
The target of burning and fiery darts
Split like the heavens and sundered apart
No shelter for me, no tent o'er my head
No future to see, I stay in my bed.
By Gig Giegerich
From my private collection "Poetry from the darkside of the night"
The raging river racing through my veins
The water cold and wet soaking my brain
Never freedom nor refuge from the pains
The torrents within driving me insane
The storm clouds thunder and the lightning flares
Stripped of protection my soul is laid bare
And dwindling to nothing all of my cares
No one left to notice nor be aware
The beginning of the end as it starts
And ripped at the seams my poor broken heart
The target of burning and fiery darts
Split like the heavens and sundered apart
No shelter for me, no tent o'er my head
No future to see, I stay in my bed.