Tuesday 1 September 2015

Poetry 2015 Longlist, Ronak Jain

The Storm

An unsettling storm,
Sparked up from the dust,
Holding on a lifetime’s rage,
Turned daunting with every swirl.
Speeding winds gushed,
Passed through in a flash,
The darkest fears. Forever.
An unsettling storm,
Is rising within.
An unsettling storm,
Triggering a forlorn memoir,
Emotions projectile beyond control,
Demanding elucidate to this catastrophe.
Some in the back of my head,
And some hidden deep in my heart,
They linger on. Forever.
An unsettling storm
Is rising within.

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