The Weather is Within Me

Basically comparing myself and my feelings with the natural world... written somewhere in 2012 not sure if im finished with it or not.

The grey outside is the grey inside.

The glass raindrops that shatter,

and pool at the foot of hatred,

They are the torrents swirling.

the vortex within my depths.

The wind howling mournfully at the door,

It is the scream that echo in my silence.

The leafless, naked trees that bend in the gale,

My icecore stripped bare of emotion, dead.

The thunder that rumbles, ominous,

And lightning that cracks, vehement,

Synonyms to the violence raging within

The red hot hate torching my world

Hail whips from the sky with angry bites,

Like the way i lash out in blackened, bitter tongues.