Swirling desperation and hope within uncontrolled confined spaces that
bring grey to life.
Taking silence, and maddening its deafening scream –
pounding the colors out of now muted coronas.
leaving broken branches blindly beating against each other in hopes
of finding solace, in the cushion of tattered leaves.
Subsiding winds seem to lure out a false confidence between the falling raindrops,
wanting a departure from the violent thunder that berated tired fields into submission.
Buildings lie to rest and dust settles in a restless slumber –
fearing that terror creeps back between distant sighs
in the eye of the storm.