If I could give it all, I did
I gave away a privileged life, one could dream to live
At the time, I didn't think I had much
My mistake and all my glory was crushed
My perspective was crooked
All were in awe of my life, yet I overlooked it
I thought of my life like a house of glass
Too fragile and meek, so over-class
Ironically, that was an understatement
My life, a house of gold to be completely blatant
Yet still I took my life with no value
The gold was my ashtray I spew
Now my life, a burnt down house, scarce of abundance
A daily reminder of my descendance
Into a void; hell
Hopeless on whether I'll live to have a story to tell
Of how life gave me something
And how quickly I gave life reason to make me nothing

The gust of wind, so strong it takes your breath away

The foul play of heavy rain, flooding the garden of your heart, wilting any vein well rooted

The darkness of the sky, setting a mood of disparity

The thunder, blocking the sweet melodies of good thought,

Finally the lightning, putting arrest the entire body, to be left weak and numb

The epitome of hopelessness, the tempest we face

Yet have courage. The tempest is always temporary.