The Storm

Alone is an awful way to be.

The waves crash.

The thunder rumbles.

And I am alone on a tiny little boat in the middle of the stormy seas.

The wood splinters.

The lightning crackles.

And I can feel my heart breaking along with my boat.

The storm worsens.

The rain pours.

And I can think of nothing to do but sit down and cry.

 

My life is ending, and I am alone.

That is how I'll always be.

 

Alone.