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.
the storm of life. you better get out of your bed, daw. simple rhymes. nature is not that scary. people are.
MeThinks you should look below the surface of the words. I use rhyme because I enjoy it. I have written free verse and other forms as well. But I like simple styles.
