Storm

Awoken by the drumming rain

a thousand feet pounding

on the ground outside

a million fingers tapping constantly

on the roof above my bed.

And in my head restless thoughts

turn and twist, twist and turn

a troubled wind blowing

through an aching, arching tree,

and the broken branch

that resembles me,

half awake and body tense

stirred by the deluge,

and an unfounded feeling

of a long forgotten guilt,

my storm within a storm.

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