the storm

your brown eyes filled with tears

and the accumulation of pain from across the years

your voice broke as you said:

"i don't want to see you, ever again."

 

your words stabbed deeper than you could see,

felt as though you'd  wounded me mortally,

a deep, grave wound no herb could heal,

and every word a cruel seal.

 

i walked out of the ebony doors,

the squeak of sneakers on a vacant floor

stepped right out into the rain,

lost so much, and nothing gained.

 

then, realization hit me, as did raindrops

life is merely a setup of props.

we need each other to go through the storm

together, we'll always be warm.

 

tears ran down my rain-streaked face,

and i then made a race

to your door,

across that vacant floor.

 

bursting into your room,

i see in your eyes,

a hint, a note, of pleasant surprise

and you looked deep into my eyes, as i apologized

 

and though the storm

raged its wrath outside,

we were both warm, and snuggly inside.

 

Reviews

[l'ange de mort]

I have 1 word 4 u: AWESOME.

[Undying Glory]

man this is strong work. everything's very well-described and it's really meaningful.
"then, realization hit me, as did raindrops
life is merely a setup of props.
we need each other to go through the storm
together, we'll always be warm."
epic words man

[Ruth]

The calm after the storm , the peace after the brawl so to speak!
This is a great portrayal of that!
Good poem hon!
xx