Rolling Thunder, Hear My Cry

Pounding rain, drown my tears.
Blowing wind, help me fly.
Flashing lightening, blind my fears.
Rolling thunder, hear my cry.

Storming clouds, take my hand.
Rushing river, sweep away my sigh.
Falling trees, help me stand.
Rolling thunder, hear my cry.

Secrets only the dying sun knows,
Make my spirit just as dark as the sky.
Burning sunshine, or freezing snows,
Rolling thunder, hear my cry.

~L. Gould


Forgotten

Silhouttes of my long, lost past.
Shadows of my broken dreams
Memoirs of time forgotten
Clouded by the disease.
Closing my eyes;
Yesterday can't be seen
Or that of yesteryear.
Even, of time a minute ago.
These are my greatest fears.
But even fears can't be remembered.
Only shakey ideals of the past.
Hopefully death will come soon;
And these forgotten memories,
Will be my last.

~L. Gould

apparently her stuff is being 'archived' on poetry.com, and is not released to the public. i'm not completely sure what that means, so i'm posting it here regardless. if there's a problem, tell me.'