The Storm Withered Within

Thunder rolls in the distance The rain leaves a trail as it runs down the window A face slightly revealed by the curtain peeks though With a hand placed on glass The clock marks the time Tick tock tick tock Endless minutes creep by Time lapses into space marked only by the beating of one heart Watching, waiting, hoping to see the daylight Hoping to see the sun poke its rays of hope and freedom through the trees of confinement Hoping to find the trail that leads to a meadow of love and happiness With caution the door opens All that can be heard is the creaking door and the breathing of a shadowed figure The sounds of living things beckon to the soul inside the heart of the woods Nature all around yet the soul is so lonely This soul is longing for the one that was supposed to come But left out in the rain, rejection is all that came Life's unconscious burning dies down to embers of death The yearning for another is too great, too strong The heart of a woman is left by all