The Storm In My Mind
The rain beats against the window panes,
half-frozen drops,
tapping like impatient fingertips.
Glancing off into the moody sky,
I notice a ray of dull light,
fighting its way through the gloom.
The subtle darkness of the cloud-cover
shields my eyes from unwanted sunshine.
The turmoil in the heavens,
the pounding of the thunder's drum.
It's the beat that keeps the storm alive.
One and the same,
the storm and I.
Like raindrops, my own tears crash down.
I view little light in my shadowed mind,
yet I don't want my own storm to subside.
The morbid thoughs are always the most comforting,
I don't ever attempt to shy away.
The constant drumming of my pounding heart,
pumps the blood through my shallow veins.
The storm and I,
we're one and the same.
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