The storms are here to stay
To torment us with their roar
Loud and invasive
Fear is crawling its daggers on our skins
On the ledge the droplets fight for supremacy
The glass suddenly offers no protection
I don’t remember being so afraid of thunders before
This kind of anxiety comes with age I guess
The devil’s pit getting closer
Some sins weight harder….
Let’s count them…
Like others count sheep
Sin after sin, thunder blast after lighting
The night is sliced by dawn
Fear conquered, new hopes are budding in
Thank you so much, Strider Marcus Jones!