What Beauty Is The Storm?

May 30, 2012
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What beauty is the storm ?

No such trivials can compare to the catastrophic bittersweet;

With her breath cold,

Her tears of pure,

Her sorrowful cries,

And her flashing glory.

I can only but wonder knowingly as she whispers her song,

as if only to me.

A shared secret for no other ears than mine,

no other lips to be spoken from but those who understand the translation of such silence.

As I stare upon her misery, I dare not think upon the life I've lived;

half awake, full mislead by words mistakenly trusted.

So what beauty is the storm ?

She is but mere beauty itself,

come to wash away the incoherent lies of a life

once lived, and twice forgotten.

If only for a moment.





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brax34 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 4, 2012 at 11:56 am
Very strong.  This poem is powerful and moving mostly because of your amazing vocabulary
 
brax34 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 4, 2012 at 11:56 am
Very strong.  This poem is powerful and moving mostly because of your amazing vocabulary
 
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