Sadness in the StormI hear the sounds of oncoming storms on the horizon and muddled yelling that gets further away with every step.
When finally my feet decide to come to a stop, I am already seeing the dry green grass that is tickling between 10 dirty toes through blurry visions. My eyes are on fire, and burning within themselves on kindles grown of sadness. Fires cannot be contained, Nor controlled. tears falls along my cheeks, and leaves a burn every where it touches. Another tear for every sadness.
I feel the rain drops, and they trickle down upon my eyes. They are like a cool gentle touch.
I raise my head, and I hide it, screaming out either way. My throat hurts like vines of thorns have grown along inside it, and I scream even more.
The thunder roars, and its voice is stronger, louder. It would surely deafen the ears of any others, and drown out my own saddened & forgotten cries.
The lightless shadows of the forbidding clouds, plague the path I walk upon and swallow the presence I think is me in the