The rumbling in the chest

Grows slowly

Growling louder than the storm

Swirling outside the door

A procellous heart

It thunders, lightning flashes

Behind my eyes

The half finished conversations

Spills into an ocean of unanswered questions

And I am drowning

In the tempest of a broken heart

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