Chapter 1
The darkened clouds can’t compare
The lightning crashing down
The roaring thunder;
To past pain daily felt,
Lingering disappointment of life.
Welcoming so-called frightening sounds;
Watching with curiousity,
Lying back peacefully in awe;
Sounds that ease the daily pain.
As others wish it away,
I, the one whom welcomed it;
I be it silently to linger,
Never to calm or fade;
As I lie wide awake.
In a place of discomfort,
I daydream of the darkened clouds;
The lightning crashing down,
The roaring thunder;
And while they can not compare,
They soothe a lost soul.
