The Storm Inside

The Storm Inside

A Poem by Christine Crowson

A storm, how it pours

the lightning,

penetrates my soul

the thunder,

reminds me of my impeding doom.

.

Leaking raindrops

escape through my crystal eyes

forming a mirror,

right below my gaze,

that reflects my sorry state.

.

Why, oh why must my

weathered eyes

undergo such abuse.

.

Why, oh why can’t I

flood out my fears

and watch them fall below,

dispersing like snow?

© 2012 Christine Crowson


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Wonderfully made your point.
Great poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

zainul

9 Years Ago

You deserve it,lovely poet.
Christine Crowson

9 Years Ago

you are!
zainul

9 Years Ago

Thanks
Very beautiful and heartfelt. Your words were simple and beautiful. Well done!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Crowson

9 Years Ago

unending thanksgiving sent your way! means the world :)

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Added on June 23, 2012
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Tags: poetry, words, pain, fear, human emotion

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Christine Crowson
Christine Crowson

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I am a soul in search of inspiration and beauty. My favorite word is wanderlust because of the endless possibilities it encapsulates. I have a word journal where I learn a new word every day, I drink .. more..

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