The Storm
I wish I could wake up
and all of this could be nothing
but a dream.
I'm scared of the dark.
I wish only hearts can see the true pain
you caused me.
I'm at war with my own mind
wondering if I shoud just end it.
The storm won't stop.
It's been going on
since you came into my life.
If you die,
the storm will too.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me
My community