The Winds

Mother nature attacks
But I try to hide.
The gusts are too powerful
And blow me away.

The winds of change are pleasant
but these winds aren't.
They are destruction.
They seize, hurt, and even kill
So why do they come?
Mother nature is angered.

I try to believe
That there is hope.
But my heart cries
Because there is none.

The cellar. . .
If I can make it to the cellar. . .
With these walls of ebony. . .
It is my only change.

I slowly crawl to the door
Shrouded in a dark mist
crawling in from the entrance of my home
I freefall for minutes that seem like hours

As if I were in the neverending dream
And then I crash.
With that
Goes my spirit
With that

Goes my love.