Thunderstorm

Thunderstorm

A Poem by Beautifully Tragic xPoetry Queen

There was always something

About thunderstorms

That I keep feeling like I can relate.

 

The roaring boom of my heart

Aching in my own loneliness

As the clouds above me crashed

Over head.

 

I have seen too much,

Pain and misery not just in my life

But in others,

Who wear their hearts on their sleeves

Like me, every waking moment

Of every almost disappointing day.

As they write their own sad broken songs

Of their own painful memories past.

 

As their pain gets washed away

And cleansed by the torrential downpours

Feeling the overwhelming senses

Of freedom and peace at last.

 

As the rain whips against me

In the roaring winds, electrified

In the silence of after
All that is said and done

Of what was and could have been.

 

I'll never know the awnsers

To the burning questions

I have held within my soul for so long.

But there was always something

About thunderstorms that I love

And still feel like I can relate to.


© 2011 Beautifully Tragic xPoetry Queen



Author's Note

Beautifully Tragic xPoetry Queen
Long bouts of depression + a thunderstormy day = rambling thoughts like this.

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A strong intense flow of emotions, sadness...oh those rainy days...

Posted 6 Years Ago


A thunderstorm is a complete comparison to the pain we feel. So many unanswered questions and the way it feels almost the same. We can't take it anymore trying to continue on. The thunderstorm is a representation is the storm going on in our hearts.

"But in others,
Who wear their hearts on their sleeves
Like me, every waking moment
Of every almost disappointing day.
As they write their own sad broken songs
Of their own painful memories past."

This was riveting in many ways. :)



Posted 6 Years Ago


I love how you used thunderstorms to compare to your pains. That was this so cool to me. Beautiful piece.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Forgive me. I just cannot resist a good
storm.
Thunder rumbling like tympanis, wagon
wheells over boulders and the crackling '
blinding flash of lightning, like firecrzckers
in the tops of trees then off in to the blue
black night cracking diminishing until out of sight.

Love it, send more storms.

------ Eagle Cruagh

Posted 6 Years Ago


Great job using thunderstorms for metaphoring your bouts with depression. Nicely done, BeautifullyTragic!

Posted 6 Years Ago



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