When will the fear subside?
The storm never calms inside.
As improbable as it is probable.
The thunder loud and terrible.
The lack of evidence questions, why?
Possibility satiates the dark sky.
When at last the clouds part.
Doubt initiates the storm restart.
Tension fabricates my body ache.
Unknown causes my pulse to quake.
Will the sun be kept at bay?
Will the storm be here to stay?
There seems no end in sight.
And so persists my plight.
The storm never calms inside.
When will the fear subside?
