The rolling sound if thunder,
That signifys hate and anger in ones mind,
Has come to pass today in mine,
While from time to time I let it pass today I let it go no hiding back.
That rolling sound turned to lightning,
Bright quick painful,
Sometimes it can create something utterly beautiful like glass made from struck sand,
And others the charred remains of a tree made dead.
I feel empty once again,
No life,
No love,
No laughter.
Just a faint flash of lightning.