The Final Storm

Just something I wrote one day when i was supposed to be cleaning.

The lightning flashes
and the storm passes.
The thunder rumbles all around
as the final rain falls down.

Our eyes locked from across the field
hours ago did our storm yield.
But my hair is still wet with rain
And my heart feels darkness mixed with pain.

The silence is overwhelming
 The darkness consuming.
I tell him I love him and beg him to stay,
but he shakes his head, turns, and walks away.

Screaming, I sink to my knees
He didn't stop walking, ignoring my pleas.
Overhead the thunder roars,
but the rain doesn't pour.

I feel the tears on my cheek
and remind myself I'm not weak.
I rise to my feet, standing tall with power
Glaring at his back in what will be his final hour.

I pointed my hand at his distant figure
A bolt of lightning went through his heart from my finger.
I walk to his body and found he was barely alive
Before he dies he whispers one word, “Why?”

This man betrayed me, but what I still feel for him was love
 the stars shine down on me and the storm breaks above.
I lean down and kiss his cold, pale lips
And around me the wind still whips.
 
The realization sunk in of what I had done
Because with out him my life had no laughter or fun.
His feelings for me were real, right? They couldn't have been fake
That thought, that small doubt, broke my heart and I fell down, never to wake.

Reviews

[wordsofheart]

That was just so wonderful and amazing. Once I started reading it,there was no way I could have shifted my eyes.It was just so nicely written and engrossing. The flow of the poem is perfect. One of hte best pieces of work I have read here.Well Done!