Destructing Storm

The skies churn into a dark, swirling mass

that engulfs my sore heart in it's arms.

It is my only comfort, 

my only shelter from the outside world.

 

If only I could I would walk away from it's grip, 

but I find myself more weak than I am strong.

That is why I can only curl up and reside inside it's destructive ways.

Waiting, only waiting, until it has shed enough blood to equal every ocean's wave.

I've been following along its destructive path for as long as I can remember,

Watching as the slaughter progresses into and through the years.

I am the deathly and ghostly chilled winds that swallow you whole in the December.

I am what brings the sadness to your eyes and makes what you call "tears."

This storm that twists around me is the only thing that I do know..

Of any other reality ever existing for me I cannot say.

It seems like I am a single icicle on the inside, controlling all the sky's snow,

and drowning out all the life and colors of all of May.

I welcome inside my soul nothing but deception and depression.

I linger in all of the past and strive to keep myself holding on.

Because of anything else, I have gotten a bad first impression..

And I like to stick to what I know.

Crossing over houses, 

I will paralyze residents with sudden and pure fear.

With my black, cold winds I will cradle all those who are too weak to smile.

And we all shall sweep the Earth until we find the end is near..

Because I have been here too long to leave, 

and to let go now would mean starting over new.

Something that I, 

a person of the past, cannot do.

Reviews

[AYVID N]

A lot of darkness, lots of cold and icy winds and depressing grey clouds. We fight so much with within us. So many destructive storms while we desperately seek shelter...You created very vivid feelings and emotions in this write. Thanks for sharing...

[Blue]

You have an interesting writing style, Kaitlyn. I'm not expert but I suggest brevity with quality?