My Dark Storms Poem by Joshua Hillard

</>Darkness all around me,
Wind blowing so tense,
Clouds begin covering,
The air becomes so dense,

Pushing me lower to the ground,
In its own form of gravity,
Crushing my heart and soul within,
Wondering without it, what would it be?

My dream became a nightmare,
I wake up screaming each night,
The thoughts I had has soon vanished,
And now I can only lay in fright,

Staring at the ceiling,
My mind becoming a blur,
My thoughts becoming slimmer,
My words starting to slur,

Nothing lying on the floor,
Except a paper and a pen,
But I can only stare at the night sky,
Knowing it is only half past ten,

Many more hours,
Lye right in front of me,
Claiming to be my sorrow, my struggle,
The only time I can truly see,

With every lightning bolt,
A sudden flash comes to soul,
Even darker clouds come rolling in,
And even now, the lightening looks dull,

Room used to bright up heavenly,
Always felt a fire burning to my warmth,
By now the rain has came and gotten it,
Without it, I suffer deeply within the storms,


The wind is blowing heavily,
I can hear the house moan and shake,
When will it ever stop?
Before I fall to my knees and break,

It is always the same,
Don’t anything ever change,
The storm would pass away,
Than comes back, in a whole new stage,

I don’t think I can make it,
I’m going to step outside,
I open the door and it flings right open,
And now…I end this life,

This…Is…My…Way…Out