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The hurricane

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Waves batter the calm shore with mounting rage.
The mouth, though calm within, mimics a cage.
Wild wind tears the soul with matchless evil.
The piercing sword is wholly medieval.

Eyes that once mirrored endless tender care,
Now are masked with insanity’s tense glare.
The shore can’t escape the storm. It’s futile.
Gaze at the stains that are marked and brutal.

Homes, lives, families are torn asunder by its clawing vengeance.
The beast, that has passed, leaves eternal relics of its presence.
Copyright @ 2013
by Marci Perrine

This poem was written at the height at one of the worst bouts of depression I have ever faced. It was filled with panic, tears, anger, fatigue, and many other things I can't explain. I used a hurricane as a metaphor for what I was going through.

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la-voisin's avatar
This is a very powerful poem, I have issues with anxiety and my husband suffers from bi polar disorder. Depression is a very ugly thing, and very frightening to have something just take your emotions and wreck havoc on them. I am very glad you are doing better now, I know that it is not an easy thing to overcome.