FORECAST

There is a storm brewing..

Loneliness has hit

      A bitter low

Precipitation

      Defined as tears

Precipitation

      Suppressed for years

Precipitation

      Chance of rain

Precipitation

       Storm of pain

Sky lacking promise

       Of sunny days

Life's splendor faded

       In so many ways

Storm clouds now

       Encompassing me

Gone are the breezes

       Of tranquility

Topical depression

       Chance of pain

Seasonal bitterness

       Strikes once again

Amidst the heavens

        Grey clouds start to hover

Engulfing my soul

        With complete cloud cover

Gone are the days

         Of sunshine and bliss

Now dismal days

         Are all that exist

Atmospheric pressure

         Bearing down on me

Front moving in

          With barometric urgency

Outside thunder crashes

           Like a nation at war

Lightning strikes its target

           Like countless times before

Floodwaters rushing

           Like blood through the veins

Blood as water crushing

           Tormenting my brain

Awaiting storms pass

          Final crash of thunder

Will hide the gun blast

           Blood spilling out

As if water from a brook

          Just one pull of the trigger

Is all that it took.

 

Author's Note

let me know what ya think