I linger in deep lassitude, in solitude <br />as knaves beset my life and against me contrive <br />one truth defeated by two lies, deceiving eyes <br />mastering the multitude with shrewd attitude <br /> <br />each torment probes my sanity with cruelty <br />inside the eye of the storm, yet more tempests form <br />the betrayal by the one once held most loyal <br />twisting reality with grim mortality <br /> <br />inside, the inferno coils as my spirit spoils <br />I should have heeded the presage on your visage <br />the impending end is here, your prize was too dear <br />your hand rapture foils, my soul for survival toils <br /> <br />neither angels can descry your foreboding grin <br />nor your suitor now, foresee the tempest within <br /><br />Marco Antonio Solano<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tempest-within/
