I love the sound of thunder,
Roaring in the sky.
Creating a cacophony of
Unpleasant noise.
The rain painfully poured on me
Washing a mayhem of thoughts
Down a river of nothingness.
Drenched in sweat and tears
I tried to spark a fire within.
Creating a pile of sodden matches
And smoke all around.
One finally flickered,
Bringing a golden halo of warmth.
Lightning struck
Threatening to rip my soul apart
But the brittle match,
Illuminated the inside of my palm
Flickering and going off.
I stood at the open.
Vulnerable
A lightning strike
The sound vibrated; within my soul
I dared to look at the sky
Then came another thunder
Striking my vision white.
As I stood on the downpour.
Drowning in a void,
Thunderclaps arose
Like he was asking me, himself
What are you now?
