The dark clouds hover over

A storm brewing within

Numbness engulfed the veins

Trying to make sense of the throbbing pain

 

…The heart, tremors

 

It feels like a bad dream

A betrayal closing in

A heart once full of joy and bliss

Has now been filled with doubts of deceit

 

…The trust, broken

 

April closes … reality sinks in

Shattered to pieces, with the storms of  lies revealed

Life’s trials and tribulations calls for the strength within

Let the healing begin into the unknown where life beckons

 

…forging a new beginning

A poet I am not, but every once in a blue moon, I make stuff up while reflecting life’s journey. It doesn’t rhyme and it’s not supposed to, and it probably doesn’t even make sense. Perhaps, some day, I may be able to look back and laugh back at this.