12 February 2013

I sense a storm. The molten clouds are brewing, The bitter, cold words spewing, Frosty moods ensuing,

I sense a storm. Rusty drains filling, Chills over spilling, Fury slowly killing,

I sense a storm. Forgiveness washing away, The thunder will have it's say, The anguish here to stay,

I sense a storm. Secure doors folding, Scraps of peace, holding, A different world, moulding,

I sense a storm. Sitting tight and waiting, Every second, hating, Inwardly slating,

Here comes the storm. Take shelter, run, The anger has won, No sign of forthcoming sun.

JanflowerI Sense A Storm • Opuss № I