storm of emotions.

the clouds are dark
its pouring rain
lightning striking
a wintery plague
thunder cracks
a chilling winter
howling winds
no end in sight
for tonight..is a blizzard

there one stands
throught it all
a shadowy panorama
is it possible
that he could of survived it all?

unscaved, untouched
how could it be?
"a storm like this
can not compare
in its form of expression
what it does mentally"

for my mind casted
far more dark clouds
the pouring rain
could not touch a part
in which my tears have not
a lone i have never been colder
howling winds, sound of thunder
baffled by the screams
iv'e surrendered

i have blanketed in far
more haunting things
all my life i have not
seen a end to my means
no, a storm like this..
isnt as bad as it seems