Storms 
 

 Storms, yes all of these storms 
 They crumble my world 
 And leave me to bleed in the rain 
 Suffering from the wounds of the wind 
 Whipping me so it cuts in my skin 
 Never knowing the damage of the lost 
 Only to find that its gone 
 Storms,yes all of these storms 
 Flooding my veiw 
 As if my eyes were never to see 
 Caught in the downward spiral 
 Of all the floods 
 Never leading to nowhere 
 Storms,yes all of these storms 

- Robert Patrick Jackson
 
 

(photo by Summer Breeze)

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