Is this the quiet after the storm?
The tunneling winds
Leaving worlds torn.
The rain had beat down,
Leaving us to drown.
Warmth is what it seizes,
Blue eyes darkening as
Cold water freezes.

"I don't feel anything right now."

Calling voices outside me
They echo,
Attempting to guide me.
I don't listen, I watch the ice glisten.
Cuz I'm not as they described me.

Then as if in clarity,
After light dies, and anger subsides,
A spectrum of rarity.
Each color a hue
Of a muse
On a horizon of sunset and dew.