Storm Cloud

08 February

So in denial yet so unkept
When inside are words always left unsaid
Might seem as calm as a baby or a sea
But instead is charge waiting to be free

As steady as a lake
As boisterous as a gong
An entrenched feeling
Which defeated me for so long

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