Beside the lake of my soul, I stand

Watching…
Waiting…
Anticipating…

The wind cuts and rain slashes,
Lightning blinds and thunder crashes.

Dark is the night, with a soft red glow,
Until jagged lines of light, make clouds a rainbow.

Raindrops fall from the sky like knives,
Tearing flesh and exposing lies.

The wind cries for those without tears,
Lamenting the lost fountain of years.

By the lake of my soul, I stand in fright,
But my spirit sours with the beauty of the night.

We scream in silence dreading the end.