The Storm Poem by Brendon Secrist

A fury of passion,
For only one moment,
Flashes by the window,
As I run to the door.

You say you love me,
I don't know if its true,
Its him your with,
In a dark locked room.

I hear you both in there,
I knock down the door.
Cold tears of sorrow,
Fall to the floor.

They were right,
I should of known.
That I could not hold you,
To love me alone.

I run into the night,
You realize your mistake.
You pull on your clothes,
And push him away.

You run after me,
And call a cab.
As I drive past,
In a painful rage.

You follow me,
Along the edge.
I stop at a cliff,
And cry out in rage.

'Why did you do that?
Why oh why? '
I grip the rail,
Hoping to fall.

Large waves,
From the ocean blue,
Heed my call,
And sweep me up and away.

You cry out,
Amidst the storm,
'I'm sorry my love,
Please come back'(!)

I'm swept under the waves,
Drowning in pain.
'I'm sorry my love,
I really am.
O could not take it anymore,
So I gave up on you and gave into the storm'.