Calm of My Storm

I feel the calm 

of my storm 

As it's raging alive 

Rising  mounting 

Swelling inside 

I speak softly to the sound of your ghost 

Saying your name when it hurts the most 

Each time I tried I just  broke inside 

I'm the box with no lock 

And too much to hide 

Skin stretched across bone 

And you left me alone 

Carving this sadness in circles of sorrow 

Wishing for heart beats and more time to borrow 

All the Sand slipped through the glass of our time

You left before me ; you left me behind 

Now my blood barely pumps I taste ashes and dust 

Sun rises and sets - and I can't forget - 

"One for sorrow two for joy 

Three for girls four for boys 

Five for silver six for gold 

Seven for secrets never to be told "

You were the bird that nest inside me

Sound asleep under my skin 

You opened up your wings to me 

And didn't let me in..  

- Poetic Angel

Reviews

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This sad tale reeks of loss: either from death, or lost love (or one sided love until he vanishes, to say the least).

Consumes my soul in sorrow:

"You were the bird that nest inside me"
"Sound asleep under my skin"
"You opened up your wings"
"And didn't let me in.."

Pangs me to read.

Ahh, poor, Angel; be careful with your heart my love, your beauty may well betray you luring in unrighteousness counterparts. Be more protective of yourself, take things slow. Unwind yourself in pieces instead of unfolding layer after layer until only your purest of essence remains.

We all want love; but lust is ever present in this dance with man and woman.

If, of course, this story is about love lost and not that of death of a friend or family.

For the poem is layered with death/loss, it wouldn't surprise me if that's what this tale is telling, or if it be just a metaphor. Leaving you to survive all alone.

Secrets I may never become enlightened to know.

In, your "Calm before the Storm" unsettles me. I know lonesomeness all too much and the theme here is sorrowfilled to the brink of inner collapse.


Take care,
Angel

Pure poetess.

[Poetic Angel]

The parenthesis contained a version of song lyrics that I changed a little at the end. It's from the Counting Crows " Murder of One"

Thank you so much for all the feedback on my writing. I'm truly grateful that you've taken the time to read me, and reflect xo