Internal Storm (ii)

the stone in my pocket
grows heavy,
from the burdens it bears,
the memories it took for granted.
the life it should have lived
a love it should have loved.

my privation of faith is filling
my hands with dust.
as my body absorbs
the imminent grey sky,
of longing, loss and love..

It only storms inside....
the world continues without me.
no second glances.
...chances.

accepting the thunder
of decisions and regret
selfish desires
swirl through my head;
filling my eyes with a darkness,
of envy and jealousy.
allowing the lightning
to illuminate my
soul.less existence.