Silent Storm – a poem

Storm art, sound thy lovely refrain in sighs

From the tense nerves of a form filled

With pressures found in calm violence

That tear and rampage, ravagers inside

A macroscopic world, storm of pain.


The struggle is real, multiple locations make

Too real the swirl of aches, vector points

Converging in synergistic trifecta turbulence

To drain all power from mind, thought,

The form struck down and dumb, silent.



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