The Storm

There is a hunger deep within me, making me weak,

I can't breath.

My strength, locked away deep inside of me.

The pain, poisoned my soul and dismantled my mind.

My heart beats strong, and i'm still alive.

The laughter was a fake, just a disquise, a perfect place to hide.

Untill I go far away, and leave this place behind.

And when the storm has gone, and the the sun shines bright,

You will still see the damage left by the night.

But there will be no more rain today, and no more falling tears.

And the beauty that was lost along the way,

Will slowly heal and grow again someday..........

R.Lyons