The storm is brewing, the wind picking up
The lights flikkers, lightning strikes.
Anger - pain - fear - guilt
Swirling emotions: tossing & turning
At long last there is peace, but for how long, for we are merely in the eye of the storm.
The calm in my soul won't last much longer
when the storm reappears I fear for it's angers.
What damage will I leave in my wake, be it within my self or others.
For it is always those who care most that get swept up into the storm.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
The storm is brewing, the wind picking up
The lights flikkers, lightning strikes.
Anger - pain - fear - guilt
Swirling emotions: tossing & turning
At long last there is peace, but for how long, for we are merely in the eye of the storm.
The calm in my soul won't last much longer
when the storm reappears I fear for it's angers.
What damage will I leave in my wake, be it within my self or others.
For it is always those who care most that get swept up into the storm.