Storm – a poem about internal struggles

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The tempest is riding

On the boat where I’m residing.

And the weather’s declining

Instead of subsiding.

 

There are many other boats

Floating easily by.

I repeat, mine barely floats.

For me, it’s no lullaby.

 

It’s like the nightmare that never leaves,

The laughter that never ends.

The invisible torment tries to make me grieve

And break me into bends.

 

At night, the lantern I hold

Keeps me from going too cold.

I don’t quite fit the mold

But I’m not exactly bold.

 

The little bit of the lantern’s light

Will guide me through the path of blue.

This storm will try engulfing me in twilight,

But the steady glow will get me through.

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