The Silent Storm

A silent storm is brewing within my chest A benumbing chill sets my soul aflame A warm welcome sets alarm bell ringing, In the realm of hush at the dawn of dusk do you hear the swooshing of the waves on the sandy shore? Do you hear the shush of the wind as it sweeps low and hisses like the slithering snake winding through a graveyard in the dead of darkness? This fear that reverberates like the rolling thunder with each thump of my heart— Do you hear its deafening echoes in the quiet of night? A forlorn sullen moon with its eerie silvery glow spawns what a frightful folklore? Beneath a disdain firmament with its myriad peering eyes and in this ever engulfing shadows, Where would one find a sliver of hope? The deception of religion The inefficacy of prayers The malice in man and his galore of gods… Why does my soul head straight towards an all-consuming flame like a moth from a self-imposed cocoon?