Thunder strikes
Followed by lightening bright
What follows is a storm strong
and a silence unborn.
I shake my head but to no avail
trapped in a concussion's wake
I can see but I can't also
dizziness is all I can see grow.
The cloud of mist is here to stay
Turning to fog dark and grey
Thoughts smeared by the deafening silence
Like cries for help in blightness.
I want to throw the thoughts out
Wish I could shout out loud
It takes patience lot
Wish the peace was fought!
I must admit straight and fair
Patience I don't have
Peace I never get
With my head full of thoughts
Which leaves my mind prying for it
Wish the scenario could change
I could rest in peace again..
Give me some rest
take the thoughts away from my head!!
Friday, November 14, 2008
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