Thunderstorm Poem by loic 'nexus' ekinga

I have also seen angels-once upon a time-descending the ladder of eternity, lightning bound my body and dragged me like a puppet into the firmament and the sky was torn apart like a useless cloth; lava clashed against my skin. O I stand on the highest mountain, above the clouds which from here look like a secret.

I am lonely. I poured the sea inside the cup of the Lord of all flesh, not because of thirst but because the lines of my face tell a story, the sound of a thunderstorm, my love you left. The rain left.
Strong animals live by air and prayers-i know you are out there-the grass is brass and again i rub my face against thorns, not because of pain- i no longer feel pain. I am looking for a tear, for plently are the words in my heart but i can only take so much punishment.

Will i ever find love again? For the token of affection in me felt like a broken bottle under my foot, heavy stones fall over my heart as i roll in my bed in pain, why wont you stay? Stay for the sake of love and survival for i am tossed by every wind, my hedge is broken yet again.

My heart has run cold, but the worse is yet to happen at the whisper of you call. You sounded like a thunderstorm-for my poetry is not everything-when you spoke a word, my pain today....

But i roll in my bed in pain, for i love you beyond my life, all is set without you: dust, a pit and my body. Let the wind carry you with her wings so you can bring the shavel-bury me. I am dead without you anyway.