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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Upon the horizon darkness loomed mocking the shadows in my heart Love was doomed, dismally abused Emotions bleeding out Have I succumbed to malaise and died If there's a faint pulse I have no notion of a vortex if one is whirling There's a windstorm's fury howling somewhere in the distance, an angry thunder is roaring back, mimicking the zephyr's bullied shout revealing the deviant taunt lying deep within his black soul A safe haven have I found since I've been swept away into a sanctuary he cannot enter Emptiness is but a pittance to pay for a portal into the eye of a storm Lightning flashes outside my sheltered nook striking as quickly as words pummeled me Emotional scars from verbal blows left me numb, drained, void of feeling Twisters are not appeased or reconciled by anyone for the devastation they cause They refuse to say penance Slowly, the tempest soothed. Quiet its bellow Was I to be left naked to eyes that pry And what of the coward, the spineless fellow who ridiculed my love with a smirk Turbulent gusts calmed, ceased blowing I was fetal tucked on sodden ground Loneliness reigned in solitude, tears overflowing beneath closed lids I was saved by the eye of the storm but he was never found I found that profound justice Heavy had been the albatross of emptiness that had long strewn itself around me I suppose he lay somewhere among the debris Wounds healed from the storm's cleansing I no longer cower for I have been set free Clear skies as I rise
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