A perfect storm,
never has a perfect ending...-
The Perfect Storm
I stand amidst the muted voice
of my shattered soul;
a vortex of non existence,
sifting for remnants
of mutilated dreams,
accrue the cumulonimbus splinters
of convoluted stories on the
twists and turns of deciets.
My skin perforating
with the piercing gale;
Oh! the same old tale
of disguise in coquettish grin,
foraging my ultimate collapse.
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Not sure
if She walked
into the Ocean
Or the Ocean
swam into her
But their Summit
was a Perfect Storm-
Ihad this badass professor in med school.
She seemed invincible.
Then, one day, she needed her gallbladder out.
And the surgery killed her.
Her platelets stopped clotting, she bled out on the table.
Everything that could have gone wrong, did go wrong.
Surgeons have a name for it.
We call it a "perfect storm".
Funny.
Never thought it would happen to me.-
There's an end to every storm.
Once all the trees have been uprooted, once all the houses have been ripped apart, the wind will hush, the clouds will part, the rain will stop. The sky will clear in an instant and only then, in those quiet moments after the storm, do we learn who was strong enough to survive it.-