The Storm Inside

A storm, how it pours

the lightning,

penetrates my soul

the thunder,

reminds me of my impeding doom.

.

Leaking raindrops

escape through my crystal eyes

forming a mirror,

right below my gaze,

that reflects my sorry state.

.

Why, oh why must my

weathered eyes

undergo such abuse.

.

Why, oh why can’t I

flood out my fears

and watch them fall below,

dispersing like snow?

Reviews

[zainul]

Wonderfully made your point.
Great poem.

[Christine Crowson]

thank you. your review is much appreciated :)

[zainul]

You deserve it,lovely poet.

[Christine Crowson]

you are!

[zainul]

Thanks

[Becky]

Very beautiful and heartfelt. Your words were simple and beautiful. Well done!

[Christine Crowson]

unending thanksgiving sent your way! means the world :)