The Storm

I feel it once more, the storm
It pulls on me and draws me inward.
Gripping me and squeezing through
It rips my existence as nothing

I Yearn for you and your perfection
Needing guidance and wholeness
All I keep is the solitude to protect
Lost in this time and this emotion

The storm of sorrow and confusion
A constant presence that looms and leers
I turn away but can never escape
The guilt that follows and floods my essence

Someone needs to find me here
Find me drenched and freezing
I am dying here alone and wanting
Waiting for you, for the end

I cannot penetrate their deafness
Cannot disperse from the fog
And so I find myself -
Alone again and lost in the storm.