A Storm

A storm

rages

inside,

blind,

spastic,

shredding,

dreading,

pummeling.

Wind whips,

tears drip,

stiff lips

carry it.

Surging,

purging,

anger converging

with sadness,

madness,

slowly

giving way to gladness

when all has been washed away,

feeling lighter

at the end of the day.

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

could feel every line in this — the rhythm matches the storm inside so perfectly.