Saturnine Night

standing on the edge of a precipice challenging the tumultuous wind feeling the chill as it touch my skin distorted thoughts streaming the pang of anguish so palpable the stench of rage lingering in the air emanating from within engraved on every senses searching for the beacon light to illuminate this cold and eerie night to guide and bring me home but there's nothing there nothing to soothe the grief there's only the sound of this silent but seething inner commotion in this long and sullen night.