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i pace the floor stopping to look out the darken window. as the rain pelts down on the pane. lightening flashes viscously across the night skys, as the thunder beats its slow and threatening sounds. an anger swells in me, with each brilliant lightening bolt. with my face pressed upon the cold window pane, tears flow down my cheeks, like the ringlets of water that run slowly down the window pane. the lights flicker, threating to plunge me into a world of darkness. as the house moans with each gale force wind that beats at its tiny wood frame. the wind whistles throught the tiny cracks lending its errie song upon my ears. my body aches for the sweet silent sleep, that swiftly rushes from me. this harsh rain and wind keeps me from running wild and free. keeps me bound to this house, my prison, my cage. my hearts longs to fly on the night winds, to escape from the confines of this tomb that holds me tightly within it grips. alone and forgotten about, i turn back to the cold and harsh window, my face pressed once again on cold and heartless pane. sweat beads up on my forehead, as the inner me struggles to be unleashed, from its prison. as the lights flicker once more, they slowly fade to nothing, plunging me into this darkness, that secretly wants to invade me, and pulls me down into the darkness despair , that lays deep within me. escounding what once was me, and filling me with only a dark ominous nothingness. |
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