The black waves crash violently
And the sky beats like a drum
Around a calm and sunny isle
In the middle of a storm.
This seems to be the state
Of my tempestual heart
It battles, wars, and screams
Like a chaoitc, confused dream.
And the sky beats like a drum
Around a calm and sunny isle
In the middle of a storm.
This seems to be the state
Of my tempestual heart
It battles, wars, and screams
Like a chaoitc, confused dream.
The storm is the conflict
That wages within:
A constant battle of good and bad.
Who knows who will win?
At times the one seems stronger
And gets the better hand
And other times they're equal
Like a flat and endless land.
But in the swirling center
Of the whirlpool in my heard
There's that sunny, peaceful island
Surrounded by sharks.
All my hopes and dreams and wishes
Are stranded in that place.
Although they go no where,
They cannot be destroyed.
That wages within:
A constant battle of good and bad.
Who knows who will win?
At times the one seems stronger
And gets the better hand
And other times they're equal
Like a flat and endless land.
But in the swirling center
Of the whirlpool in my heard
There's that sunny, peaceful island
Surrounded by sharks.
All my hopes and dreams and wishes
Are stranded in that place.
Although they go no where,
They cannot be destroyed.
And on that sunny island
Under the shade of a palm tree
You bask in the sunniness
And calm the strom that's me.
And calm the storm that's me.
3 comments:
Nice comparison =D
why thank you!! this one poem appeared in one of those magical moments when I can be creative without having to thing: the words just seem to come to me. :)
I love those moments were good things come naturally.
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