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I am making a poem trilogy...just because.
Title: Song of the Sorrowful: Bitter Winds
Type: Poetry, Original
Genre: Angst
Style: Free
Walking the path of rocky stones
Underneath once blue sky
Felt the tremble beneath; the ground breaks
Crushed by force unknown
The seas thrash, heaving, unsettled
And mountains spew fire, furious.
The tremors reshaped the land
Spite, hatred, pain; spiral of depression
Then everything was quiet of disaster
Leaving only imprints of things once there
The skies were dark, stormy; broiling
The clouds gray, large; thunder echoes
No chilly rain yet winds arrive
Strong and bitter, the smell of salt
Bring faltering memories;
The struggle, the fall, the dry weeping,
A dark wish left unfulfilled;
The weariness, the cold, the loneliness engulfs
Like the biting wind that never stops
Blowing away smiling sunshine
Left slowly in the tempting darkness.
Years it took but slowly it did
Bitter winds tore at hearts so soft
The lashing, the coldness;
Its chill erasing the warmth so rarely found.
Yearning for the end of the bitter winds,
Trying hard to stand on the rocky grounds
Hoping for the last of the bitter winds,
Wanting the warmth of the summer gives.
Tired of the journey, waiting only to stop
And nevermore feel the blowing of the bitter winds.