The Fractured Storms Of My Soul
Lightning rolls across shattered thoughts,
Twisting the structures of my frozen mind,
Burning, shaking their roots over the ground,
The cold swollen ground, that bore only mud and fire.
Winds gust across the barren planes,
Whipping up the emotions that knew me,
And scattering them far to the corners of my conscience,
Confusing their beginnings, leaving their past darkened.
The Thermal snow sweeps my vision,
Clouding judgments and options,
Whiting out my soul’s intentions,
Turning my ...