The Storm
By darkness_descends
He looks out his window and sees the storm,
All the noise and all the rain.
A replica of his life in it's exact form,
Going from sunny and hopeful to dismal and gray.
He runs for the door,
And heads into the storm.
He stands in the rain,
Hoping to wash away his pain.
The thunder cracks,
And shakes his soul.
The lightning smacks,
And leaves a hole.
As the storm goes away he stands dripping wet,
His mind is confused,
His heart is set.
He feels so used,
He knows what to do.
The storm has cleared,
And it's sunny again.
He faced all he feared,
Now he heads back in...
Only to find it's storming again.
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Published on Wednesday, July 3, 2002.
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A former member wrote:
This reminds me alot of my life, I weather the storm and think I've come through stronger and better, only to realize nothing has changed and nothing gets better. Good write, thank you for sharing.