Storms Of Words Poem by April Humason

In the beginning, darkness dwells,
Stormy nights, my thoughts it compels,
Infectious staph, paragraphs take flight,
A hidden show of volcanic light.

Tornadoes weave, sentences rhyme,
At the end, a touch of crime,
Frostbite lingers, words reveal,
Exposing nightmares, a chilling ordeal.

Through this content, my soul finds voice,
A cyclone rises, a turbulent choice,
My words like ice, they freeze and bind,
Drawing you in, captivating your mind.

Addicted to the emotions that pour,
Each word's power, forevermore,
The story dances, bolts of light,
Entwining you, both day and night.

As you reach the middle, lightness you'll find,
Consumed by my tale, your heart unbinds,
The climax strikes, an explosion profound,
Seeking cover, trembling at each sound.

Unprintable to some, they may say,
Yet I won't bend the end, I'll convey,
My perception unique from the day of birth,
A storyteller's soul, revealing its worth.