A painful sensation gripped my heart,
a gentle tug,
a broken soul emerged,
floundering,
drowning in a sea of blackness,
blown away by the violent waves of a crashing storm,
chaos,
screams and shouts emitted from deep hallow voices,
flying voices,
pained shrieks from the desperate,
wounded lie,
blood surrounds,
dark red puddles form an ocean,
broken bones form an island,
and my broken heart remains alone to withstand the storm.
I’m in a tornado,
in a tumultous raging storm,
threatening,
overtaking my every nuiance of strength,
until I lie there,
resigned,
I’m drained of all strength,
and I’m called a failure,
how can that be?
how can I have failed if I fought till I kissed death?
I don’t know.,
I know that the true world will overtake me one day,
and I’ll see if I passed with flying colors.