Saturday, April 22, 2017

The Storm

Why must it come in waves
Some at my ankles some drowning my head & face

Then lighter,  ripples & I think I'm happy
Then it Crashes at me
A storm that roars So deep, so heavy - it tears at me

Then gentle sprinkles, drips on the floor
But this house, it feels, it's coming down
 this house it feels May fall apart

Sometimes i wonder where is up, where is down
I'm lost and the waters just swirl around
I feel like gulping and giving in
I feel like life has won and I'm no longer in it

I'd take even a flicker for this raging storm 
There must be something to guide me on
I need the rays to shine in this deep night now
Does Every storm have A light house