A Prayer-Internal Storm


  • Sadness

    A Prayer-Internal Storm

    My heart is torn, ripped asunder! Each terrible beat shakes me through as if roars of thunder.

    I lay prostrate and pray aloud 'Stop the pain,! bring Her back again!' Eerie silence... Then it starts to rain.

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    HarverTomsson commented on A Prayer-Internal Storm


    Excellent word usage. "Ripped" connotes so much brief, brutal release of destructive energy. The rest is a survivor's soliloquay through the shock. A nasty, nasty picture, painted alternately with broad swashing strokes and fine points of color. Well done.

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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