The Storm – Inward And Outward

The storm blows with a fierce sweep

could feel the velocity  as the trees fall deep

could see the fury as the plants and shrubs flew

could hear the whooping  as, doors collapse from the glue

the storm goes up and down in great  force

heaves and sighs with an explode in course.

that be the storm  as seen outward

if it were a storm experienced  inward

imagine the plight and the turbulence

the mind tosses over and over

the heart breaks  into  pieces  with a shriek

tears roll down the cheeks

comes there the splits and torments

the head rolls and spins

a comparison unwanted and  unnecessary

but unknowingly strikes in as if necessary.