The Storm

The tears of regret rain down on blue skies,

fall from the heavens and crash to demise;

promises broken, and little white lies,

contribute to darkening clouds on blue skies.

Alas, the lightening joins, paired with thunder,

to admonish itself for its perilous blunder,

hearing the puddles a-brewing from under!

There is more anger here than the thunder.

This internal storm goes brewing within you,

And bleeds through the skin no matter the venue,

through blind rage and tears--with no hope to cling to,

Please, friend, know well that the storm only hurts you.