The Storm Date: Tuesday, 2nd August 2005 @ 08:57:23 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: trixxx You cannot breathe without your precious sight Yet you cannot see the groping hands Closing round your neck The storm is rolling in But you are busy strolling in Your happy little world of sin You think you know of wrath enough For paradise's warm embrace Yet nothing you can think can brace For the knife that hangs above your head You do not fear the cause of you But the effect will bear you far away Mystery bodes well for those who care Enough without the knowing For South a potent wind is blowing Betraying your convenient vision But soon the incision transforms the truth When the gale becomes a blizzard Conviction will be the saviour of convicts For reason deludes the truth Follow faith wherever it leads you Acknowledge no excuse Every being knows the way So to survive throughout the night Believe completely in the dark or completely in the light This poem is Copyright © trixxx Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=102492