​​I have become lost 

Lost in this void of nothing

Where time bends and

Directions tick

There is nothing

Only the constant rage of the storms

The howls of the spicy cold wind 

Swirl about me whipping my skin

The screaming rage 

Falls through my head

To my heart as daggers

Clutching my soul 

Until I forge my path 

To a place 

Where the sun kisses my lips

And I can feel laughter in my heart again

Until then I will forever be poised 

To fight this wretched war within 

Published by Missey-Jane