I watch the clouds
Dark and angry
Come rushing from the west
My brothers come

I stand in the field
And wait
My brothers
The Thunderbeings
lashing out at the world
Lightening striking sky and ground
The thunder reverberating though me
The smell of ozone fills the air
The night simply drops
Onto the land
And I smile

I wait for fate
Cruel as she is
To hand me what I want
To hand me peace
Ending the nightmares
The voices
The ghosts
That haunt me
The wind whips my clothes
Threatening to tear them from me
But I stand my ground
I am here for a reason
The angry stings of hail
Wash over me in waves
As the angry sky pours out it’s displeasure
It’s malfeasance pours over the land
It Pours over me

But I still stand
And wait
Patiently
As the sky shakes
And the ground echo’s it’s dissatisfaction

But fate is a cruel mistress
As I find out
Much to my own discontent
She passes me by
Without a second glance
Standing soaked in the field
Tears hidden by the rain
My cries masked by the wind
My tortured soul
Dark in its misery

Fate leaves me to my pain
Torturing me with every step
Reminding me every time I get up
Every time I move
Of what I once was
And never will be again


Fate cruelly dances
Stomping on my heart
With wild abandon
Tearing at me from within
As I stand in the field
Waiting for my brothers
To reach out to me
And finally
Give me peace

I asked for them to come
I begged for them
To bring with them
Their crashing
Deadly way
I prayed for their streaking arrows of fire
For their charged glance
To see me
To find me
To give me peace
I prayed for their flashing fire
To consume me
But instead
They laugh at me
They taunt me
with their macabre dance
Throwing trees to the road
Crashing through windows with their hail
Drowning the land with their torrent
But still they refuse
To bring me home
To give me peace

I turn and walk inside
Broken in spirit
Shoulders hunched against the wind
Sad, slow steps
Plodding onward
to the porch where I will sleep
Shirt soaked with rain and tears
My sobs caught in my throat
Drowned out by the angry shouts of thunder
I plod along
Just like I always do
My walk mimicking my life
Plod, plod, plod
My heart falling apart
With nothing to hold it together
No hope within me

I curse fate
and the anguish she brings
And I watch the clouds roll on
My mood mirrored in the sky
Dark and angry
And I wait till next time
With nothing left
But simply
To Wait…












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