The Storm Poem by Andrew Close

The flood gates burst open
and like the great river bursts its banks
so the tears flow freely down my cheeks
I am inside the eye of the storm
on every side is howling and screaming
with the pain of the rain to come
the lights have all faded to darkness and black
and the smell of fear is rank in this desperate place

anyone who ever walked into this relam
through loss or death or the death of a dream
never walked out the same
whether scars engulf thier damaged soul
our they drown in thier ocean of tears
no one has ever survived

but as I feel the passage of time slow down
and the darkness rise to its hellacious finale
a grasp-reality pulls me back
understanding of the world
and the ways of its people
bulid wall after wall
shield after shield
and for once I can hear myself think
but now I am stuck on the shelves of reality
afraid to lose control
and I dare not look to the storm outside
for if I do, I glance at hell