The Storm
When I'm alone I reminisce
And measure out the damage done
I watch my thoughts play back to me
In my theater of one
Like a crippled man without his cane
Or a king without his crown
The passion that once consumed me
Has turned to ashes on the ground
I'm drawn to the sound of silence
Drawn to this cold and empty space
Where I don't have to confront my fears
Where I can hide my face
But the darkness only hides so much
And others start to see
The turmoil that I suffer through
The storm inside of me
Angel of death and mercy
Please come take me from this cage
Before these iron bars become me
And these four walls become my rage
Will you be my savior
Save my life before it slips
And is carried away by the hurricanes
Blown straight from Poseidon's lips
I might have hit rock bottom
But it's the perfect place to start
Where the only thing that I can hear
Is the beating of my own heart
I screamed my name to pierce the silence
But I've been gone too long to hear
Caught somewhere between being noticed
And wanting to disappear.
Copyright © Amy Cletcher | Year Posted 2017
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