Storm

Another storm is brewing
I smell it in the air
I see the clouds gathering
Over here, over there.

Feet won't carry me fast enough
to outrun stormy skies
The clouds descend, engulf me
Rain falls from my eyes.

Where can I find shelter
In this desolate, forsaken place?
For it is within my own soul
That I run this hopeless race.

Famine has left it barren
The stench of pestilence oozes from it's ground
It is the ruins of lost love
Where only carcasses can be found.