Broken Images

Torment is the night of the mind without moon or star.

painful

black sunrise

torn tattered skies

white surf lashing seas

dark storm and suffering misery

infinite fractal detailed tortured high clouds

amid the tumult her unexpected love provides sanctuary

and all I can remember are the broken images

~

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jack collier

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3 responses

  1. I am always drawn in by the darkness of storms, as if I feel a part of it all, but then I remember I am light and darkness and thus, a part of it all. Living in the land of sun, I love the afternoon storms, hearing the thunder roll in the distance and I feel suddenly more alive ❤ great piece my friend, as always ❤

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    1. Being both the darkness and the light you must feel the balance within the storm, as you feel the balance between the masculine and the feminine within us all. ❤
      Thank you. ❤ ❤ ❤

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      1. 🎭📿🔮☯🚻💜💕

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