Pain & Rage

Emotional Storms

          I sit here surrounded in total darkness; broken only by the laborious flashes of lightning and crushing peals of thunder, the bitter tears rolling down my cheeks. The violence of the storm outside is no match for the violence within my soul.

          To my heart the sounds of the thunder has no chance against the sounds of the emptiness around me, the slamming of the door, and the starting of your car. Those sounds rush thru my memories, obscuring all the puny sounds that nature can produce. The hail can not sting as much as your words in leaving; the winds can not blow away the deeply rooted pain.

          Man is taught to fear nature and the storm, but this night is peaceful compared to the night you walked out of my life never to return! Never can night contain all the darkness in my soul. The storm will wear it's self out, the lightning will go away, the rain will soak into the lower pasture; but when will this old cowboy find peace within my heart...

~ © 2002/2010 – David L. Griffith ~
For My Special Lady

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