Tempest within.

The wrath carried by dark clouds,
sound of thunder as they battle,
drops of rain hurtle toward earth,
like blood from open wound,
this is the storm i hold within.

The tempest seeks to sweep me away,
the forceful gale crushes my heart,
a tornado of emotion builds.
A trickle at first, just a drop or two,
then like a dam that burst, it finds its way.

My eyes burn red, when will it stop?
I want it out, every drop.
I want to awaken as if it were a nightmare,
with quivering heart, feeling despair.

Only to find its another morn,
a new day to live, be reborn.

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