Inside The Storm

Inside the roaring storm, there is no dutiful cause only the blurry breath of a diminishing whisper.

Inside the blasting thunders, there is no drainful call or poignant musts only the deafening echo of a blusterous blow.

The petrified faces are frozen within their iron masks as the hazardous cyclones mark their implacable path.

Their awkward smile is weak and pointless when the golden jewelries cut off from their naked shameful flesh.

Listen to the agonizing pain as it dances in their joyful songs.

Feel their burning desire for freedom as the steel chains of lust are tightening their hearts.

When you find the eternal fountain don't rush to satisfy your thirst, the source has been corrupted with poison.

When you meet the impalpable savior don't beg his intervention, inside the bottomless waters of the ocean there is another life you can't see.

Stand out in the dishonorable rain, as it throws it's menacing outcry.

Open your hands wide open as the arrows of disgrace penetrate your unguarded chest.

In the eternal sunshine, shame has no place to speak or act.

Only its rearmost cry as it rinses out in the secluded sea.