Darkness. <br />I sit all alone, <br />Awaiting the advent of the storm. <br />It doesn't seem to want to come, <br />But I must release the tension. <br /> <br />Light. <br />Thunder roars, and the world ignites <br />With the flashing of the lightning. <br />The gale from the depths of my heart <br />Quickly begins to arise. <br /> <br />Storm clouds. <br />The waves of the tempest crash, <br />Flooding my soul with emotion <br />And causing others to behold <br />The fury I cannot contain. <br /> <br />Rain. <br />The downpour wanes in force <br />As my rage becomes sorrow. <br />I weep for the people I've hurt, <br />And I implore for forgiveness. <br /> <br />Sunlight. <br />The sun rises triumphantly, <br />Illuminating the world. <br />As it warms my disposition, <br />I set off to rebuild the damage.<br /><br />Ebone' Ingram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tempest-of-fury/
