One dark stormy night, 

I lay in bed with a feeling of blight.

Sitting, standing, nightmare sleeping,

None brought rest that night. 

 In the morn the rain still pored, 

 Never stopping; never resting. 

But the sound rain 

 Would drown out the voices— 

Of feelings and pain. 

 Soliloquy is the reason for these words, 

 These calming cry of insane hope. 

 I wish, I was, I were, I am, 

 Faraway in a foreign land. 

 Far from the battering winds, 

 And pitter patter of annoying tints. 

 This is reality,


Stormy weather, 

 Darkness forever, 

 What will to live? 

Then God forgive.