Inside Poem by Troy Nichols

The storm has ripped my soul from me.
Darkened clouds inside my thoughts.
Time will tell what will come to be.
Soon death will all but come to me.
My cries not heard fall on deaf ears.
The eye's of hate search out my fears.
For on the surface calm I look.
But underneath my soul it shook.
This sea of pain where loveless fall.
And all the beatings we seem to take.
I sit in darkness waiting for your call.
Though I smile I know it's fake.
Then, suddenly, the sun brakes through.
And i find my way back to you.