In The Storm

Running along in the storm,
  essentially flooded inside;
  clouds break away and reform,
  and I have got nowhere to hide.
Memories come in a hail
  of names that I fear to hear said;
  breathlessly seeking a trail,
  dreading whatever’s ahead.
Legs struggle on through the grain,
  flashes of faces and fire;
  fleeing from all of the pain,
  spattering on through the mire.
Running along in the dark,
  seeking a house or a friend;
  unready set on the mark,
  and wishing this bad dream
  would end

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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