• thewhisperingtrails 14w

    Misfortune

    You are the prelude to a chaotic cyclone
    A calmness so scary and deafening,
    The silence my eyes pierced through in dark,
    Like blades to find windy waves within

    The sparks in your eyes met the anxious mine
    And confounded I was, wary of unknown,
    A pain travelled through the wires in our souls
    And I called misfortune my own

    ©thewhisperingtrails