Storm

A lonely man,

an empty street,

surrounded by darkness

light could not beat.

A summer's wind

blowing a lonely feather,

soon becoming stormy,

the man could not make it through this weather.

Lightning strikes

in lonely goodbyes

across the blackened skies,

drowning out his innocent eyes.

Rain leaks out

from an invisible faucet,

clouds closing up,

nothing around to block it.

The man reaches out

feeling nothing to help him.

His sight now lost,

he's alone and completely helpless.

He screams out,

but not even a whisper was heard.

His voice is drowned out

by high pitched birds.

The man slowly slips away

with the winds of the storm,

disappearing into a new day

but not knowing what he is looking for.

SOURCE: ALLPOETRY.COM