Clouds of Ire

clouds of ire gather in their anger,

nature's army stands above me

she gives a signal,

and their storm falls from the sky‐

waters rise to catch the rivers that flow from my chin

the flood, has reached my neck,

this is a storm in which i cannot swim

and this sea has no light,

not any saving grace in sight

downstream from hope,

no one can hear my song‐

the valleys of my face are filled, all the day long

nature has taken her breath from me, and drowned my heart

her clouds frown a tempest over me-

i once was promised a rainbow, but‐

i'm not so sure i'll survive long enough to see

the waters of this sea that surrounds me, covers my eyes,

washing away their color‐

the surface is above me now

flooding the land which used to house my doubt

what was a drought has been saturated,

overwhelmed by the raging rapids of nature's temper‐

with her bitter sea,

she's cast away all peace,

drowned all belief,

and sunk all that was left‐

the water's are above me now,

they look calm, but‐

like me, are bereft of peace

this storm continues below the surface, but‐

i am no victim of theft,

nature takes what she gives

and she has taken from me‐

everything.