Love Lost
By the way my life goes,
It has a mind of own,
Similar to that of nature.
Nobody knows,
What will happen in the end.
The clouds carry my rain,
A rush of thoughts
That I can no longer handle
Raging through my brain.
What is this all about?
The minor earthquakes are not
What gets to me.
It’s the aftershock,
That which I have fought
Time and time again.
The buildings that
Took me so long to create,
Now tumble down in after math.
In my despair I sat,
Contemplating my expensive loss.
The raindrops that I now pour down
Reflect the old me and what I have lost.
The sun-
That my world revolved around,
Is forever lost in the remnants of the storm.
When the rushing water floods my brain,
It ruptures like a violent thunderstorm.
There’s not much I can do,
So let it rain,
And bring on the natural disaster
It's amazing how just one
Element entices the next like dominos;
That how quickly things can dissipate to nothing.
But I know we’ve had a good run,
Forever in my heart, memories will stay.
Through thick and thin
I am forced to push through it all.
This is my life,
And it deserves nothing less than a grin
Because this is yet another remora I have overcome.
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