Weather Of Change Poem by Strydar Enox

I really want to write a poem from my mind,
Yet I find it clustered with no escape in time.
In the past what I wrote ‘twas emotion it spoke.
Falling like rains just stories of my pains.

Lost in the wind storm that froze my bones to not;
My tears are ice their winds I fight.
still falling and swirling in her storm my body destroyed....
Frostbite takes me her harshness breaks me.

And still no matter I am lost in her eye.
Blue as power, clear is might, Gales of the Hurricane battle tonight.
Winds are his plague. Ice but her bite.
And still yet they join on one side of the fight.

My tears are gone, the rains have stop.
All my pains are just forgot, nothing left but silence deep.
I left the match to sleep so deep.
Cryogenics froze my mass, converted I the weapon.

No uses left to purge the pain, all that’s left is death.
Bullets from the Skies be it sure you’ll die as I fall upon you.
The Blizzard rages, the Hurricane sates it, And I just stay the same.
Cause what’s to care when in the air is not but Hel’s dreams?

The savage winds, the chilling gale, the frozen rain.
I have become the Hail, breaking windows, freezing tails.
Great mass of fury frozen from sky, combined with gravity some shall die.
My Tears I cry, falling, falling, dying, dying.

All these problems in a world of doubt, metaphoric poems of weather I spout.
The Hurricane is Rage, his anger the same.
Only he has the Blizzard to tame for all she is, is regret unchanged.
Together as one a storm not fun, destroying life around.

Then that's left again is I. Still so sad it changed to mad.
My rains have stopped the hail it falls another metaphor I call.
It means the same as my harshest pains validity of the mind.
Harsh as they are my pains suffice, no more sadness only strife.

Anger governs the emotion in my heart.
The Blizzard she strikes, tearing me apart.
The Hurricane joins her, his rage just a strike.
So Hail I become pelting all in my blight.

Still I fight, Still I fight, trying to care with all my might.
Yet pushed away it seems I’ll stay.
Estranged outside my light, I push I try I fight I cry.
But in the end I stop, Cause what’s the point to hurt and care for those that love you not?

Cause in the end the wounds to mend are not from my life.
But just begin I feel like sinned by words from my life.
Horrible I was a Daemon begun, but now I stand a man.
And if You're strife won’t end tonight beware my storms rage…..