The Storm Poem by Terence Lorenzo

I see the clouds far away
gathering in their midst terror and anguish
I already feel the terrible winds lashing
tearing everything away
uprooting memories and solid minds
the sun lays hidden
while a dusk haze caresses me

I am buffeted and rocked
spewed and reverberated
shaken in my very core
while I see the world around me disintegrate
and I loose all hope

But I resist
and wait for dawn
Lest it makes me whole