The storm in my heart
never ceases to calm
as it rages on;
despite my feigned disdain for you.

It strikes,
shattering my soul into more pieces,
making it harder to gather them all
or to keep count.

Sometimes,
I foolishly attempt to construct something,
anything;

Out of the awry, worn heart
which once only beat for you;
just to fail miserably.

But it is as though
in this moment,
everything seems to go still.

The winds come to an end,
leaving a soft zephyr in its place.

I close my eyes
as the once wrathful storm
that overtook my soul
quiets down,
the noises hushing with it.

The sun at its zenith,
high above, away from all the chaos
I yearn to leave behind.

All that could be heard now,
was the echoes of the blazing thunder
blurred into the faded hums of a lullaby
I once cherished.