Calm Before The Storm Poem by Autumn Christina Adair

Mediocre phrases, sting like frost bite
Waves of emotion run through my vessels
My system shuts down, my breaths descending
Raw skin around my darkened red eyes
I look through my album, all the cracks from my past
It all comes flooding back, I’m being swept away
I can’t think straight and I can’t stop thinking
I see the ashes emerge and evolve, I see nothing but blackness
Cold, eerie blackness, chest pains trigger
Being struck by lighting bolts and thunder storms
There’s no cover, all alone
It’ll go away for two strikes of the clock
That’s the calm before the storm
Then it repeats itself all over again,
Mediocre phrases, sting like frost bite…