The coast is clear,
and the sky is tinted
with orange hes,
but I still feel
the remnants of the storm
inside of me
I still feel
the remnants of
pain and anger whirling in my mind.
Like a hurricane lashing out
at anything in sight.
The sting of betrayal
from someone close still fresh.
Still feels like a blade,
pricing my heart
Tearing open forgotten scars.
As I scream my pain to the wind,
hoping to find the answer
to why I was betrayed.
I wanted an answer
to a question
I'd never find the answer to.
Why I was in agony
when they didn't feel a thing.
I wanted to know why people harmed each other
without remorse.
But it never came,
and I knew why in that moment
Why my question whispered to the wind
would never be answered.
