The Chaos Before The Storm

Lost, like a watchman who is forlornCaught in the chaos before the stormPondering the Past's pain as I mournWhile playing silent songs on a hornWhich remind me of my amorphous formLike the Void, from which I was bornThe page with my story on it is tornWith paper that is the color of corn https://amanpan.com/2025/01/14/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-writers-choice-5/ https://open.spotify.com/track/1NeQzAqahRYI09bgLbhVFN?si=Wxqim-yvTmOQbde4qKTU8AContinue reading The Chaos Before The Storm