Storm

The cloud comes over me
with dark rising secrets
showing me its anguish
and sparks of untold lies
the piercing wind, its brother,
tortures my tarred soul
as the rain, its sister
drills through my raw skin
i'm sinking hard but slowly
in this saturated life
my aching head hears
hollow drops of sorrow
i'm in the middle of
this unforgiving storm
with no where to hide
and no arms to run into
i'm alone and I'm frightened
my blistered hand is slipping
can i still hold onto
this world full of storms...

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