lonely storm

in loneliness we sit and think, what could we have done to love better the sky turns a shade of thick pink The sign of the impending storm in the weather, I look at the sky and see the dark clouds envelope, slowly creeping like the shadow of night, dancing like a creature in the midst of a fight,, we don't know where to run, we seek shelter under trees seeking new faces, but we find ourselves alone in the midst, facing greater pain in the future, and all the memories we miss, there is no hope on loneliness but there is when you find your way out of the storm, and I'll say one thing when you do the water is warm