My English Verbal Poetry: Under the Wings of the Raven: 15. Lost Soul
Threatening clouds,
Dangerously hovering over,
dancing inside my head,
Bulging with tints of grey,
Driven by a demon’s force,
A deadly whirlpool
Churned up by heavy winds,
It’s swirling and pulling at my gravity,
Gulping down my everything,
Magnetizing, mesmerizing like the devil is,
Destroying without mercy,
Without withholding,
I’m struck by his flashes of lightning,
Deafened by the sounds of his thunder,
What’s left are ominous whispers in my ear,
White noise, full of dark promises,
Forcing me, leading me to the abyss,
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