Poems [ Vol 2 ] Beneath the Surface

/ the weather

The time has come for night to fall

And the impending storm arrives

The mountains peering outside are tall

The ferocity, how they survive

Watching from the other side of the glass

Oh what a fuss the weather does cause

Even from my room I long of it to pass

Frightened it fails to pause

How the rain splats from gloomy cottonballs

And the thunder strikes and calls

How the wind gushes in chaotic flares

And settles in absent care

How the fog fences my surrounding vision

And clouds the clutter of noise

The ambiguity of the storm churns

A misty perilous void

Raining sorrow on a page

Thundering words in raging ways

The hand is twitching and tracing

While the mind is erratically racing

Sweeping thoughts in abstract construction

The destruction fuels my production

Taking the winded frenzy of my creation

And turning the blank face into a sensation

Immense heaviness I manifest

In this cage beneath the tempest

All I can do is express

Scribble scream and unrest

And the noise - it persists

The noise - won't quit.

Sits outside - throwing a fit

While the quiet doesn't exist

I pull close the blinds

Stay inside

And wait for it to die

My words in hand

Ready to withstand

The raging weather outside

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