Eternity's Storm

A Poem by Nina Arial

This is the first poem I wrote 5 years ago when I was 12. This depicts the whirlwind of traumatizing emotions one has.

Clouds are spinning round and round,
Until the end we hear the sound.
We don't fear but we do fret,
Waiting for everyone to get upset.

Why do we have to be here now,
To hear that crazy messed up sound.
Searching cracking crying forever into eternity.

Singing dancing to make things worth while.
We can turn this around into what may come.
I am here now, see what I've become?

Trying hard to be a leader, leading the way.
Coming out of the foggy gloom,
I hear the freedom ring,
Back to the place where we love being.

To see his smile
To hold his hand
Now I know everything will be ok again.

I see the black but then the light,
Which will I chose in this never ending night.

May I break free? Maybe no.

Here it comes again grasping on to this on going darkness.

Could be for life, could only be death.
This sick messed up sound begins to set.

Praying hoping that things will not fall into the storm.
Some of us seek it.
Devouring us whole forever into nothingness.