[Alowyn]: 224.Poetry.Storm

There's a storm brewing.
No doubt about it. A dark sheet has eclipsed the sun
and the air, chilled with fear, runs through me until my bones are brittle as ice.

It's not what you think.
The thunder is growling within my head
and it's my nerves waving like trees in the fierce wind
while my heart braces for the blizzard.

Terror is
that fierce front
like barbarians
that come without warning
without reason
without control
to destroy the civilisation of my mind
and pillage my dreams
and abduct my emotions.

I wonder if there's a recession of minds
or if it's just me.
Meanwhile
I hide all sharp objects and ropes it will use against me
and wrap my naked soul in thin hope

and wait for the storm to pass.