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POETRY BOOK FOUR: Untitled Book in Progress
Snow Settles Down

My storms blow in and chaos reigns,
Whirling winds, unsettled pains,
All my wounds, my sins, my stains,
Corrupted mind, my soiled remains.

The darkened clouds refuse retreat,
My fighting voices urge deceit,
I hurt, I’m hurt, repeat, repeat,
I can’t escape my self-defeat.

So softly slants the silent snow,
Dampens sounds to hush and low,
Lets the winds just barely blow,
And calms my mind, and lets things go…

They will come back, I know, I know.

|| My Poetry ||