Darkrose

Darkrose

Monday, March 11, 2013

Gale

It howls out there, 
The wind and rain.
It howls inside 
 The doubt and pain. 
Stormy skies and stormy head,
 the tenebrosity of the night echoed within.
 Finding new levels, 
fresh torments. 
The rain falls, 
My tears fall. 
Tick Tock, 
2am, 3am, 4 roll around quickly 
and yet tick tock 
So slowly.