The Storm Within I sit in the dark night with my eyes raised, Staring into heaven’s shadow. I stare until the black sky begins to feel ill at ease, Making the black change to a dark orange-red hue. The nervousness of the heavens stirs the stagnant air. The air awakes and fumes in disgust. Protesting to my stare, The air morphs into wind, Raising dust, kicking trees and breaking branches. Ignoring the petulance of the air, I continue to stare Not blinking, unwavering, and causing the sky to squirm My eyes are the vents to the anger in my soul My anger inflicts pain onto the innocent night sky The pain gradually yanks out the breath from the wind As trees fly, the heavens begin to cry So cold, the tears splatter as blood from a severed artery Heavens tears sting my eyes as I continue to stare; I blink. The cries of the skies get louder Every scream causing a radiant steak across the skies Then a radiant streak lights me up, disintegrating my clothes Slightly shaken, I bow as heaven’s tears drench my calloused skin. I feel a soothing calmness, As the rage of anger burning deep within me is quenched… ~IBleed~
Posted on: Sat, 06 Jul 2013 13:49:53 +0000
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