• Loni Hoots

Storm (Poem)


Every storm inside has died

it is pretty convenient that so has time,

causing me to reflect what's at my feet,

figure what part of my soul to keep,

cause wherever I go

I can't take it all with me on this joyride.


The candles have faded

placed on hold

just like I left you on the phone,

so bring forth the winds

cause the storms have died

making me feel lost and hopeless,

so let the winds sweep me forth into the sky.

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