I Sit Here Alone
I sit here alone in the night looking out at the horizon
watching as the gathering storm clouds are outlined
by flashes of lightning in the inky blackness
The wind begins lashing at the trees as the fury
of the storm draws ever nearer and the rolling
cascade of thunder reaches my ears
The raw energy within the towering clouds remind
me of you and a pang of longing flows through me
at the memory of those days and nights together
It was a time when our love was fanned by the
winds of passion and desire and it burned white
hot like the lightning flashing across the skies
But all too soon the winds calmed and the passion
faded and you simply turned and walked away...
leaving in your wake the wreckage of our love
The pouring rain forces me from my memories as
the heat of remembered passion is cooled and
brokenheartedly I sit here alone...
Copyright © Michael Thompson | Year Posted 2017
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
to post a comment