the sun is down
the sky
has rolled out the blanket
of velvety black

yet here i sit
immune
unseeing
the clouds sit thick
air is heavy
with potential storms

my mind
is locked on you

what i would do
wouldn’t give

to sit and laugh with you

but
i am
tongue tied
bound and gagged
by my own
traitorous
treasonous
lack of words

the fool just stares

is it raining
or
is it me

as my lonesome heart calls
echoed back
unheard
as the storm rolls in

she is the fury of the storm