the storm
the storm rages on outside heaven unleashing pent up anger hurling lightning bolts and screaming yells of wrath the ground below shook windows jolted it really feels like the end there is a battle underneath this elaborate concoction of skin and bones fragile enough to be shaken with all the yelling there is a wonder as to why there are only echoes and emptiness an undefinable pain within is there an answer for this or will the rains wash it all away till the voids are flooded with rivulets of regret and longing.