A downward gloomy scene is relentlessly shadowing an isolating storm.
An unfortunate disparity that's again deliberately measuring a self-defeating collapse drowning hopelessly in penetrating bewilderment.
A discouraging, conceivable moment pacing desperate reigns of sorrow, piecing what's internally becoming left and deprived.
Consenting to a somber occurrence while retaining lonely sutures, sewn clearly for more heartaches.
That upwardly saw disconnecting clouds confiscating pouches of perplexing, habitual wallowing mist.
Witnessed hazy alliances flaunting unseen deprecating misery, conceding to another wave of seclusions.
Whereas a mystified pull encounters brave sunny vibes willing to cross these elitist skies without dreary, sad responses dragging behind.
About the Creator
Valerie Lyles
Valerie was previously a freelance writer on platforms such as Associatedcontent.com, Articlesale.com, Best-reviewer.com, Simily.com, and Thebulletinbox.com. And is currently a Freelancer on Clickworker.com and writes at Fol2.wordpress.com.
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I like how you describe the storm as isolating. It’s almost like that gloomy feeling only favours the one who is feeling it. The bewilderment being a thing that is penetrating, brings the mind to a point where it feels as though there’s no escape. ‘Pacing’ and ‘piercing’ in the same line, has such a satisfying ring to it. It feels complete and it speaks deeply into the chaos. I like the imagery of the sutures, almost like they will come undone if anymore heartache is felt. Very deep, surreal and I love the sunny ending. 👏🏽🤗♥️🌼