Poezja

A storm is brewing
I can feel it in the air
A storm is brewing
And it’s filled with despair
A storm is brewing
I can feel it in my bones
A storm is brewing,
And I’m all alone
Something is coming
I hear the big drops
Something is coming
And I can’t stop it
The storm is near
This is clear
The storm is near
I’m filled with fear
The wind screams a cry
Chills run down my spine
The wind howls like pain
I try to escape the rain
2 days after I wrote this, my husband told me he did not love me anymore and wanted a divorce.

@ Karen Foiles