The Storm Inside
A poem about nightmares
Crashing lightning and howling winds
The storm inside me starts up again
Raging flood waters knock me back
The sky in my mind turns pitch black
This is no ordinary everyday storm
It's one I've carried since I was born
Like a violent gust bringing down trees
It weighs so much I drop to my knees
I possess a sadness that's not my own
But in my heart it found a home
A world so full of sorrow and pain
Falls on my shoulders like pounding rain
The storm rages on, I can't help but wonder,
If it's inside me is my voice the thunder?
I open my mouth and let out a scream
Wake in cold sweat, it was only a dream.
About the Creator
Frank Ezernack III
I'm a production manager at a pallet factory in Pennsylvania. I write poetry in my free time as a hobby and a passion. It's an honor to be able to share my work with you all! I write on a wide variety of subjects and themes. Enjoy!
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