Emotional Destruction.

There came a storm,

A mighty hurricane.

The lives it ripped apart

could never bind again.


Sadness was it's aftermath,

The blindness unforgiving.

The darkness sits above me,

And hides the joy in living.


The shattered fragments lie in bits,

Scattered in the tears.

Lonely eyes will look ahead,

Towards the ice cold years.


I wish a softer wind would blow,

And join those bits together,

And turn the world the right way up,

The bitter bonds to sever.

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