My core beats the sound of thundering skies
as you walk on by.
I’ve cried a thousand storms,
hoping to bring you back to me.
How can I make you see and feel
the current I have for you?
This pain deep within
running through my ravine.
As you stare with onyx eyes
muffled and undiscovered I’ve become.
No echoes or reflection of what was.
Remembrance no longer dreamt or reached.
Avalanche of vows and oracles kept,
washed away by monsoon rains of repent.
Sunlight once bright and warm
in my forest creating beliefs and devotion,
now a suffocating mist
drifts,
stealing my light.
A thousand storms I've cried,
thousand more not yet reached,
thousand more drowning's of
affection lost,
just to be in my own sea.
About the Creator
Jessyka Peckham
Never too old to start an adventure! Learning to love the things I enjoy and being brave to share! Always on the move, mind always ticking, and being true to one's self
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