The raging storm brews…

In the flurry of the trees,
soft acid rain falls,
and drapes its lifeblood
over formless sands.

Here, in a flash of magnificence,
echoes of vibrant electricity,
the clap of vicious thunder
a storm, comes to cast.

Its reigning despair falls upon
broken membrane hallways.
Its voice sings loudly,
its pyre bright.

The grandeur of nature
springs forth a chasm
of depression,
like the eye of a hurricane
turned inside out.

Darkness envelops the room
with minuscule flashes of light,
cast from the flames
of racing lunacy.

Loathing the raging storm,
smell of pain’s constant rain
glistens quaking flesh.

Gladiators dance in the sky
of a broken mind,
it wields the destructive power
that beckons to heal.

Roaring so loudly it shakes
the foundation of self
to the core, windows
of the ashen soul hum,
whispers of a voice
not yet understood.

The howling wind blows
through the thread
of a cloaked path,
the only advocate
of reason.

Monsoon season has come
with a crisp vengeance,
the cool night breeze
soothes scorched days
while the dark storm rages-
longs to prevail.

The storm is both a curse,
and a savior.

Rain washes over
with forgiveness.
Thunder a guiding voice
to heal self.
Lightning an escort
to future’s path

It is an enlightened darkness
that engulfs.

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