Inner Squall

Inner Squall short poem

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Standing in this windy night
under the sky in its violet light
screams of the wind, its sounds
blowing everything whatever it found
watching the flashes of the sky
thunder lightening up so high
seeing this climate change
violent mode getting engage
feeling the same in my mind
all the thoughts that I find
planning a lot what to do
can’t decide what is true
dreaming a life to be built
trying to overcome every guilt
it’s not easy to be so strong
when all the steps turned you wrong
these situations will always kill
overcoming them is what I will
heading high to what I aim
I am sure that I will claim
it wont be for just the fame
the things that put me being shame
pointing my finger to the sky
remembering all the things that made me cry
you will see what I will achieve
this is the only thing now I conceive

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