A storm is churning violently,
deep within my mind;
its' rage has become a torment,
festered with pain and time.
A damn of pain and heartache,
holds back the mighty flow;
of an anguished river of tears,
that were cried many years ago.
Due to all of my sorrow,
I shed tears that no one sees;
pain that falls as rain drops,
upon the whithering leaves.
No one has ever listened,
to my broken hearts' lonely call;
nor ever are seen my tears that flow,
yet never seem to fall.
Ruth warren
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rage-of-her-river/
