The I of the Storm Written by Michael A. Gomez — August 6, 2005

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I see the grieving

through the misty haze of suffering

in the reflection that I cast.

A deluge of tears,

pouring down like rain

from the I of the storm,

relentlessly descending upon me

as a pool of sorrow forms.

And I consider diving in,

to delve deeply concerning the matter,

but suddenly my eyes opened,

and the psychological torment

became tranquility.

And the torrential downpour of thoughts

slowly abated,

turning into the gorgeous dawn

of a new day,

and I was awake.

From: Tears on a petal

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