Black clouds filled with pain,

Rages blissfully tonight,

The promise you broke,

Is now raining back to you.

The wrath of a broken soul,

Tormented for countless years,

Has come back to haunt you,

Like a loop of endless nightmares.

The passing of seasons,

The repeating tides of waves,

You kept making reasons,

In every way you pave.

Lost counting all the stars,

As you keep on giving me scars,

Running dry with these cries,

As I look up to the lost sky.

Blue moon, red clouds,

A raging storm, unseen raindrops,

Heart screaming so ferociously,

Agony locked away in a hidden cage.

When will the day come?

The day as free as the wind,

Where everything won't hurt,

And a smile will be all to cherish for?

I'm stuck in the same old book,

Like reading an endless chapter,

Every line is a torturing exposition,

As every word sang broken poetry.

As the moon changes each night,

So will I change one day,

Escape from this treacherous dream,

And ride my own storm someday.

*****

Wrote this when I was overthinking like a billion times on things that are predictable. Yes, I'm that type of person T-T

-Love, Quinn.