Storms that rage a troubled mind
Give no ease.. or end to find.
Just screams that rage a torrent path
As ones that ride on shadows past.
For they are the fetter’s, the chains that bind
As they scream of doom and no hope in sight.
But sometimes they whisper in the shadows of night..
Words with such callous, one fears for their life.
You frantically search.. but always in vain…
For an end to this strife, and an end to this pain.
Antony King © 2018