The Storm in Your Soul 

You get out of the bed yesterday, All was right with the world. They day went on, seemingly cheerful And happy.

All in a moment, things began to change. The clouds brooded in the distance. You could see the storm coming. You feel it in your heart; you see it with your soul.

The mood changes from cheer to dread, Knowing that the storm lies ahead.  

You feel it drawing closer. The rain begins. The tears of your heart begin to fall. You feel the thunder of heart, And the lightning in your soul.

 As is black and grim. You go about as if you feel nothing And all is still right in your world. The laughter and joy are nothing more Than a cover for your soul.

 You feel it reaching, and crying. Holding out that hand for someone To just take hold and tell you All is going to be alright.

 But the hand never comes. You sink further inside Yourself.  You take your refuge in your room. Hiding all from everyone to see. You curl up in a ball. Closing your eyes. Daring not even for you to look inside.

 The day turns to night, and back into day. The feeling still is there, and has not gone away You put on your best smile again, and go through Your day, acting still as if there is no storm.

 Your heart is flooded by your soul. Your soul Is a black hole. The lightning striking, the thunder Rolling. Will it ever cease? Will you ever be able To hold that which you want so dear.

 Only time will tell, as you dare pray, Never saying a loud your hopes, Your fears. Scared the world will Take them away as it has managed to do So many times in the past.

 You grow weary, and to tired to fight. And soon fear there will be no changing The destiny of your life, ready to give up, To lay down, and not fight anymore.

Letting this life finally come to an end.

 ---Tatty---