Tumultuous

Some words.

Were I steel made, I would soon turn to rust

For the tears I have shed for this love

How your heart turned to stone, cold and grey like the skies,

and your tempest consumed all we had.

Filled with fear I was flung

Flotsam carried ashore

on the storm driven surge of regret.

To the last I persist, foolish, try one more time

though the wind batters still I stand tall.

Turn my back to the gale, close my eyes, try to smile

Walk to shelter, storm fades, one last time

Author: Michael

Husband, dad,programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

6 thoughts on “Tumultuous”

  1. yeah, you and me both. I spoke with a friend not so long ago who lives in Japan. We went to France together years ago and she was frustrated because we remember different bits of the same trip. So it was like two different trips. I thought at least we remembered parts of the trip so that was lucky. And it was cool her telling me of stuff we did together that I don’t remember. Good thing I don’t know any blackmailers — the things they could make up! When you don’t remember stuff, anything is possible. Ok, not being a rock star but still.

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  2. haha…fortunately there is little evidence of even 20 years ago given tha lack of digital content back then. I will be catching up with a friend from school soon that I havent seen for thirty years. I fear I may disappoint in my recollections.

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