Simply Poetry

Thunder

I want to move somewhere where the thunder never stops.
The rumblings and groans and miserable moans
Will remind me I am not alone with my black thoughts.
The clouds that smear the sky with melancholy tones
Will accompany the solitary bones that make my will drop,
And the rain as it pours like the waves of ocean shore
Will wash away all the weariness in my unwilling soul.

I want to move somewhere where the sky will light up every night.
The sparks that starkly contrast with the ominous dark
Will hearken the beating of my quiet and beaten heart.
The crackling noise and gusting winds and shuddering light
Will accompany the trembling walls that tremble in my mind,
And the thunder as it rumbles and groans and moans
Will remind me I am not alone with my black thoughts of dark tone.