Storm

Storm

Each day as I look out of the window,
My heart is heavy and filled with sorrow.
The rain keep pouring, followed by the storm,
And I wonder whether all these will be a norm.

The despair I have is eating me slowly,
I have to find ways to make it go quickly,
Cause I believe that I am better than this,
The pain will soon get my goodbye kiss.

Nurnazida Nazri

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