Me=storm Of Empty Poem by Nate Jones

clouds of sorrow come today
and my flowing thoughts decay
rain of tomorrow fall on me
guessing i will always be unfree
images of death consuming me
crying to them so i can not see
gasping for compassion in the depths
i know have strayed off the right path
grasping for grimly hope
around my neck a rope
torrent is submerging me
into this salty tear sea
majestic of nonexistence me
i make my last undying plea
hazing doom over me
like a great big ancient tree
fading hope covers me
from this i will try to flee