The Aftermath of the Tempest
Like winds incessant through the night
and torrents dumped from darkened clouds,
the storm raged on without contrite
my anguish hid ‘neath subtle shrouds.
A storm like this I’ve never seen
in my whole lifetime to be sure
when hot converging airs convene;
‘tis more than one should e’er endure.
But now at dawn an eerie calm
as sun peeks out and shadows cast,
and nature sings its Sunday psalm;
the mayhem seeming to have passed.
Yet as I look around the room
belongings scattered everywhere;
my treasures past have met their doom,
been tossed about without a care.
My heart is crushed, left in a void,
its pieces scattered on the floor;
like trees blown down, my life destroyed
as she walked out and slammed the door.
October 26, 2020
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2020
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