Soul Storm

Rain streams down the window pane -

The darkness of the storm rages outside

Broken only by lightning flashes

That match the fevered rage in my soul

Rivulets of water cascading down

As tears streaming from my eyes

I peer out through the pane of glass

Separating me from the storm outside

Black on blackness, darker still

Both outside, and in my soul

At the edge of my world

I see the silhouette of treetops beyond.

Whipping, bending, thrashing as if in agony

The trees shake and tremble before the gale

Primal nature, battling

Played out on the stage of my windowsill.

The wind howls, then does with a sigh

As it seems to whisper my name

And then renews it's raging strength

As if expressing an unnamed pain.

My eyes watch this 'dance macabre'

As I yet look within myself

To find that torture continues

And see beneath, to it's cause.

A scream struggles within me

But finds no words, nor breath of release

Another struggle of nature without,

While inside me, a different storm rages.