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