Like billowing branches
In a thundering tempest
Swinging
Back and forth
Going nowhere
My senses numbed
I scream louder and louder
The pain ripping into
The flesh of my throat
Clasping, gasping for harmony
My screams trail off
To nowhere
I sit up and turn on the light
Questions howling at my thoughts
No gentle whispers in the raging ponderings
My hair whisked
Around my sweat-streaked face
Fear pressed in close
My lifeblood pouring from my
Veins
Forsaken.
The storm ascended
Following a time of eerie stillness and foreboding gray skies.
The wind is so fierce that I don’t know if I can stay standing
My body battered from the swaying branches.
I long for a fortress
From the taunting roars
The shattered reflections
The echoed breaths of – my home
“There is no faithfulness, no love, no acknowledgment of pain.”
Image @Riseart
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