Erratic
By VagrantGypsy
I can hear the sea of my own soul Wash upon lonesome beaches inMy folded arms of which I lye my head to cry andSudden downpoursMaking the waves thunder and Capsize all natural thoughts leaving only theMirrored coal waves of the sky to Choke my breath away in sobs I can't bareFalling to the groundHoping to weather my own stormUnable to block the irrepressible winds thatStun my being for the inexorable battle thatSwirls within each drop rained by theMirrored coal clouds of the oceanThere of which my soul suffers from The cloudbursts absorbedDrenched upon by my mind Written July 16th, 2001 © on Sep 09 2001 03:25 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I can hear the sea of my own soul Wash upon lonesome beaches inMy folded arms of which I lye my head to cry andSudden downpoursMaking the waves thunder and Capsize all natural thoughts leaving only theMirrored coal waves of the sky to Choke my breath away in sobs I can't bareFalling to the groundHoping to weather my own stormUnable to block the irrepressible winds thatStun my being for the inexorable battle thatSwirls within each drop rained by theMirrored coal clouds of the oceanThere of which my soul suffers from The cloudbursts absorbedDrenched upon by my mind..."