Quiet storm

@Uootem

the sky is darkened by the gloom of
dismal clouds and the sound of thunder...
tempest in the ritualized beating of raindrops
during an interlude of remorseful reflection
of past mistakes and bitter regrets.

a quiet storm is this image... of my torture since losing,
full of exasperation and aggrievement
the affliction of a heart adrift and helpless
no hope of a reprieve... the storm must have it fury 
frightened, alone in fear, grappling with the demons
to the salty taste of tears... such misery is so exquisite
as it cuts like sharpened steel... cold to the touch yet
invading this, the tender flesh
of warm emotions that I can still feel.

you think perhaps it is too late
for such storms to breach the horizon of thoughts
too late and futile, to recall what once was ours
a very special gift... a poem written of this storm
to perhaps grant the chance for which I seek
to melt your leaden heart... take a risk to avail this love
please... cast not your doubt upon the winds that come
do not forsake me now or ever... my fate is yours until the end
of this quiet storm within.