Storm

There's a storm outside my window,

Gustling, howling, rampaging through the street.

There is another in my mind

Fighting hard, trying to survive in peace.

The gale dies down, as rain floods the lanes

Mine pours down, still remains the same.

Nobody knows what caused the sky to rebel.

Some say it is Hell's angry Devil.

Perhaps we know what the mind's unrest is about,

It is fearful of the uncertain, without a doubt.

Unlike the one outside, free and flying,

The storm stuck inside is caged and dying. 

~ Suranya