Storm Clouds

Growing ever darker, passing ever closer,

Blinding me with bolts of black light.

Forcing me to my knees,

Weighed down with oppressive force,

Prostrate before my nemesis.

Begging for mercy, I spit in my own face.

Contemptuos laughter echoes around me.

Mocking my tears of pain.

I howl at the darkness,

With impotent rage.

Helpless before the onslaught.

Battered and bloodied, I cry as a child,

Alone.

With dawn comes respite,

From the cyclone of hate,

Washed ashore with the wreckage of life.

But the days grow much shorter, the nights ever longer,

For on the horizon,

The storm clouds are gathering.