The Storm Within Poem by hayat sezgin

The Storm Within

I'm a big black hole
Trying to see the sun inside of me,
But I come to an end with the powerful storms
Storms that Zeus has made.
Lightning touches my chest like a warrior's sword:
Sharp, hard and distinct.

I'm crying like a newborn baby,
My tears mingle with the rain
As it pours on me,
Washing away my memory.

And now I'm a fire that burns itself.
Then I'm the ashes, scattering around
A never-ending cycle of grief
That doesn't bring me relief.