Dark clouds roll,
As the wind blows strong,
The storm is here.
I stand alone and pray it ends.
Then like a child
I put the covers over my head,
Through the sheets, nothing.
My blanket protects me from the storm,
I hear all but do not see or feel it.
Aware of those asking for help, screaming for peace,
I do nothing.
This fear is overwhelming,
Death is surrounding,
The torture of my neighbors,
As they wonder blindly through,
Is taking its effect,
But there is nothing I can do.
They call out to me in their weary voices,
I give no response,
Their pain, I do not feel.
The storm has grown,
I can feel the pressure,
The rain is seeping through.
The time has come, I must move,
Pull the sheets from my face,
Remove the shield I have made,
Enter the darkness, pore and rain,
And pray the eye isn’t far away.
