A Soul Within A Storm
Originally Written: Sep.05.1998
Final Version: No
The rain is coming down again,
I can see my reflection.
The burdens of guilt and shame,
burning, insuring my condemnation.
The rain cascades in the thousands,
my tears mingling with natures.
Hearts have been torn abound,
and thus we wonder whom be the true teachers.
My knees are now in a puddle,
and the clouds are growing dark.
I take a moment to peer into my soul,
looking to see where things fell apart.
My soul is cold,
like the rain upon my head.
Forlorn despair grips me,
and I take to wonder why I’m not dead.
Troubled thoughts,
the thunder speaks my rage.
Inside my spirit wars the battle,
and know not I whom shall be saved.
The lightning streaks once more cross the sky,
and angelic birds take to flight.
I lay in the mud,
awaiting for my finial moments before death takes her hold.
In retribution,
the storm intensifies….
almost so heart breaking one could surely cry.
And among all that abounds me in misery
and in despear,
I stand back up on my two feet….
and march my way to a shadow whom cares.
