I sense a storm is coming,
I can feel it in the air,
There’s a hint of melancholy,
And a reason to beware.
A mist of grey indifference,
And a guarded recompense,
A hint of desperation,
And a reason to be tense.
It’s in your curt responses,
And in your guarded stare,
It’s in your feigned affection,
And the reason you won’t share.
I see the clouds are gathering,
And I hear the thunder roll,
I’m lost without your shelter,
When the rain begins to fall.
I enjoyed the rhythm to this and the suspense of where this was heading. Great work.
Thank you 🙂
You’re welcome.
Beautiful, as always 🙂
I don’t know about that but thank you 🙂
The cadence on this made it very easy to read
Thanks Pamela 🙂
Definitely great tone! One of the better pieces I have read on word press. This poem made me think of some of the relationships I have had in my life. Thank you for sharing this.
Ah, thanks for the great comment 🙂
You are welcome. I would like to explore some of your other works soon!
Wonderful. I love the flow. I look forward to reading more of your work.
Thanks so much 🙂