I feel quiet now
The storm has passed,
Drained and empty.
How long did it last?
A wave of bitterness
That sweeps me away,
Then lie awake angry
'Till another day.
It takes so much,
But what can it leave?
This emotion that drains me,
Makes me tired and peeved.
It twist me and turns me
And pulls me about,
In one giant circle.
Can't I ever get out?
What is it's name?
Escaping is vain.
It's meaning is bitterness,
And it's name is Pain.
A/N: An emotion Eponine must have had often. This did not include Marius because there are enough of those out there already. Any critisism on my poetry skills is much appreciated so /Please/ be harsh!
The storm has passed,
Drained and empty.
How long did it last?
A wave of bitterness
That sweeps me away,
Then lie awake angry
'Till another day.
It takes so much,
But what can it leave?
This emotion that drains me,
Makes me tired and peeved.
It twist me and turns me
And pulls me about,
In one giant circle.
Can't I ever get out?
What is it's name?
Escaping is vain.
It's meaning is bitterness,
And it's name is Pain.
A/N: An emotion Eponine must have had often. This did not include Marius because there are enough of those out there already. Any critisism on my poetry skills is much appreciated so /Please/ be harsh!