The Storm

the wind howls
another cold night
no one here beside me
no one to cleanse the fright

the storm rages outside my bedroom
but my head is where it is derived
the raindrops are my released pain
the thunder is my rage redefined

the lightning that flashes
is a glimpse of my hate
tearing down my fortress
what more is there to contemplate

sitting here listening
as my pain has comes to life
the rain that pours
will soon wash over my strife

the winds that howl
destroy everything weak
I sit here and listen
my faith grows bleak

my feelings are brought to life
in the treachery of the night
my pain animated
leaves me no one to hold tight

it is me I hide from
under this blanket, now it has me caged
I am alone, no one to run to
no one to calm the storm that has raged

Reviews

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

The loneliness of this piece saturates the heart... well done.

[Angel of Chaos]

Thank you, I am always happy when a writer, such as yourself, takes the time to read what I have to say.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

It's always a pleasure, and you continue to humble me.

[Stanley King]

WOW, I love this piece! Very heart felt! Bravo!!

[Angel of Chaos]

I tend to write my emotions. Thank you for taking the time to read.

[The Nude Writer]

Very cool poem :) felt like I was in the storm with you :)

[Angel of Chaos]

I have made it through many storms, I decided to write about it :)

[The Nude Writer]

It's the best way to write about it :)

[Sami Khalil]

This was stormy good and bleaky wonderful...:)...................