The Storm

I am sitting here with a feeling of dismay,
My spirit has sunk to an all time low,
I dread to think where I can go from here,
It seems, for me, there's nowhere to go,
I have nowhere to shelter from the storm.

And the storm comes with the wind and rain,
And my heart sinks with the rising surge,
To be broken by the emotional hurricane,
As I remember your departing words,
The tempestuous words of the storm.

The violent words that you spat at me,
Have lacerated my thoughts with their fury,
The deep pain left in my mind's eye,
Can no longer feel love or see beauty,
Those emotions were destroyed in the storm.

Your verbal onslaught cut like a knife,
Your razor-sharp tongue stung my soul,
I never believed you could utter such curses,
The blasphemous prayer you recited, so cold,
And so calm in the eye of the storm.

The venomous spite was calculated,
You meant every word to be delivered with hatred,
Every little syllable stabbed at my heart,
To leave me troubled and tormented,
By the full throttle intensity of the storm.

What did I do to deserve such wrath?
To suffer your vindictive and jealous love,
Was to suffer alone in my solitude,
With the beating heart of a frightened dove,
Seeking shelter from the storm to come.

I loved you once, before the storm.
I could easily lose myself in your beauty.
I worshiped the very ground you walked on,
Until it crumbled beneath my feet.
Crumbled with the severity of the storm.

Now the storm has faded, petered out,
As the soft wind blows its last refrain,
I sit here alone trying to gather my thoughts,
And I wonder if your love was ever mine to gain,
And if we ever could have avoided the storm.