The storm inside me has no rest.
It' like a flame.
River of rage.
Away from peace. Fell out of nest.
Withstand an anger
And hate.
An inexorable desire.
To aspire forward.
To live in rain with love as fire.
Making impossible.
I'm eager for the fight to peak.
Loud
Fight.
Until my blood will stops to leak.
It's like a suicidal
Flight.
I bring myself to corner
Of dark and cold.
There's only love, so let's get on it.
Making impossible.
The storm inside me
© Copyright: Михаил Метляев, 2019
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