Screams

The calmness of my mind seems to be receeding

farther and farther away

The sound of shrill shrieks ends my peace and pierces my ears

A storm is approaching

One that threatens my innocence and questions my rejections

And inquires of the lack of blush that my countenance does not reveal

The storm is unaware of my unease

Its boom of thunder reveals the such

As it flashes a serpent's smile

I cringe at its reptilian touch

Go away, I croak, as my throat is raw

As my pain protest my wails of fear

A shiver parades through my spine

My voice is so unnatural as I hear

It's impending clouds are the blackest of black

My fear is the whitest of white

As it lightning seems to sparkle and snap

I raise my eyes to the skies that do not seem to sympathize I ask of when

the store will die.

My screams only seem to fuel the fire

of the storm's selfish desire to put me where

it feels I belong

one my mind knows is wrong

repeating the same old song, one I've condoned for far too long.

Once more I go to scream, only to find

I've lost my voice.

My will to fight is long gone.

Away pieces of my heart begin to fly

For now the storm has died

And left me lying there to cry.