Stormy Weather Friend

Stormy Weather Friend short poem

What are we doing?
Where are we going from here?
What are we?
My stormy weathered friend

I hear you scream.
I see your dreams untold.
I love you.
My stormy weather friend.

When you’re wounded who will heal you?
When you’re lost who finds your way?
When you’re ill who’s caring for you?
When you’re trapped who’s your escape?

Why am I here?
Why am I here for you?
Who are we?
My stormy weathered friend

I feel your pain.
I dry the tears you cry.
You’re not me.
My stormy weathered friend.

When you smile I cannot see you.
When you love I cannot feel you.
When you sing I cannot hear you.
When you fly – you fly away from me

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Questions hound the mind on a stormy day…well written!


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