Storm

It a blizzard,
Snow is all around,
Every thing is a blur,
I can’t see any thing,
Nothing but white fuzz,
I can’t hear anything,
Nothing but howling wind,
I can’t feel anything,
Nothing but cold,
I smell nothing,
Nothing at all,

The snow blowing in my face,
Stings my cold chapped lips,
Just a lonely siluet,
Trudging through the desolate land
Forsaken by this violent storm.

Minuets pass,
Waiting for the storm to end,
It seems like I’ve been waiting for years,
And just when it seem the storm is eternal,
Through the blur there is a single hand,
Reaching out to me,
Finally some one here to help me,
To guide me,
To show me how to get out,
Finally some one sees my pain,
I reach out to grab it,

The storm has started again,
I can still see my only shimmer of hope,
The winds become strong and merciless,
My hope,
My optimistic sense of security,
Fades into the tempest.